762.. 12. 


OR, 


AN  OPERA,  IN  THREE  ACTS. 


AS  PERFOEMED  BY  TEE 


mCHINGS  ENGLISH  OPERA  COMPANY. 


PHILADELPHIA: 
LEDGER  JOB  PRINTING  OFFICE. 
1867. 


Ik 


DRAMATIS  PERSONS 


PRINOE.  , 
BAROK.  ' 
ALIDORO. 
DANDINI. 
PEDRO. 

Hunters,  Attendants,  Pages,  Grandees,  &c. 
CINDERELLA. 
CLORINDA. 
THISBE. 
FAIRY  QUEEN. 

Sylphs,  Fairies  and  Ladies,  &c. 
SCENE— In  tHe  Principality  op  Salermo. 


V 


CINDERELLA. 


Act  the  Fiest. 
SCENE  THE  FIRST. 

The  Fairies^  Haunt.    A  romantic  vieiv,  surrounded  by  botvers  of  roses,  in  the  midst 
of  ivhich  rises  a  bubbling  fountain.    Fairies  forming  a  dance  to  the  following 

CHOEUS.  - 

While  sunbeams  are  glancing, 
O'er  meadow  and  mountain. 
By  grot  and  cool  fountain. 

Our  revels  we  keep. 
Thus  lightly  still  dancing, 
Our  own  magic  measure, 
The  sweeter  our  pleasure 
When  mortals  do  sleep. 

{Fairy  Queen  suddenly  appears.    They  kneel.) 

Our  mistress  hail. 
A From  distant  regions  flying,         '    A  '     ">   ■  ' ' ' 
I  come  to  claim  your  duty ; 
For  innocence  and  beauty, 

Now  let  your  spells  be  wove. 
In  grief  a  maid  is  sighing, 
Whose  heart  must  cease  to  sorrow, 
,  Who  shall  before  to-morrow 
I    ...  Eejoice  in  happy  love. 
^   [  We're  here  to  yield  our  duty. 
We're  here  our  faith  to  prove. 
Obedient  to  my  wishes  ye  have  been, 
.    And  soon  your  queen  will  recompense  your  faith ! 
Go  ye,  and  look  adown  the  distant  vale, 
And  give  us  warning  when  a  mortal's  near. 

[  One  of  the  Fairies  ascends  a  point,  Bock  U.  E.  E.,  the  rest  surround  the  Queen.'] 

Fairy.  Speak,  mistress,  we  give  ear. 

Queen.  To  all  unknown, 

I've  been  the  guardian  spirit  of  a  maid. 
Whose  happiness  I  vow'd,  if  she  proved  worthy. 
E'en  from  the  time  when,  at  her  mother's  prayer, 
I  held  the  new-born  infant  at  the  font. 
.  The  goodness  of  her  nature  hath  been  tried 
By  much  of  ill,  yet  hath  she  borne  long  years 
Of  undeserved  grief  with  sweetest  patience ; 
A  cruel  father  and  two  heartless  sisters 
Have  still  embitter'd  all  her  youthful  days ; 
But  now  the  period  of  her  bliss  is  nigh. 
And  with  your  aid  full  happiness  shall  crown  her. 


Qiceen. 


AIL 
Queen. 


4 


CINDERELLA. 


[Act  L 


Fairy.  Command,  bright  mistress;  wo  will  all  obey.  {Horn.) 

Queen.  Ye  hear  the  music  of  yon  distant  sounds, 

Now  wafted  hither  by  the  morning  breeze; 
The  youtliful  prince,  from  distant  lands  return'd, 
Pursues  the  chase  along  the  diamond  forest. 
A  parent's  will,  besides  his  subjects'  good, 
Binds  him  to  choose  a  partner  of  his  throne 
Before  to-morrow's  sun  crimsons  the  west. 
As  yet  unscathed  by  love,  heart-whole  and  free, 
He  reunites  the  beauties  of  a  court 
At  this  night's  entertainments,  and  his  choice 
He  leaves  to  chance,  a  seeming  chance,  alone; 
For  I  have  fixed  on  her  whom  he  must  wed, 
The  mortal  daughter  whom  your  queen  befriends. 

{Horn  again.) 

Fairy.  The  chase  comes  nigh. 

Queen.  Let  two  of  lightest  wing. 

Like  floating  gossamer  that  sports  in  air, 

Fly  swift,  invisible  to  human  eyes ; 

Withdraw  the  prince  from  all  and  guide  him  here, 

[Two  little  Sylphs  ascend  and  go  offlR.  U.  E.] 

Where  to  his  sight  her  image  shall  be  shown. 
Who  shall  to-morrow  share  his  heart  and  throne. 

'^^T^mrock''^'  |    ^o^^al's  heavy  step  doth  shake  the  ground. 

Queen.  Then  like  your  queen  be  all  invisible. 

Although  your  agile  forms  may  frolic  round  him, 
And  chain  his  senses  with  harmonious  spell. 

[They  retire  a  little,  when  the  two  Sylphs  return,  conducting  the  Prince  by  a 
chain  of  flowers,  which  they  unclose  and  join  their  companions.'] 

Prince.  Morning  its  sweets  is  flinging 

Over  each  bower  and  spray  j 
Flowers  to  life  are  springing. 
To  greet  the  opening  day. 
Soft  floats  around 
The  water's  murmuring  sound : 
Zephyr  is  gently  winging 
Round  his  sportive  way, 
Birds  on  each  branch  are  singing, 
While  echo  repeats  their  lay, 
"  'Tis  an  enchanted  grove, 
Sacred  to  peace  and  love," 

Throughout  my  pilgrimage  of  foreign  travels,  ne'er  did  I  see  a  spot  of  such 
romantic  beauty,  and  yet  did  my  steed  refuse  to  enter  it,  but  rearing  back,  with  ears 
erect  and  eyes  of  fire,  he  seemed  as  if  some  fearful  sight  had  crossed  him.  If  ever 
there  was  charmed  spot  of  fairy  hauut,  this  is  one,  and  as  my  willing  steps  ad- 
vanced a  strain  of  melody  sighed  on  my  ear  and  drew  me  on  to  follow.  The 
ardor  of  the  chase  has  robbed  me  of  my  companions.  If  they  be  not  too  distant, 
this  will  call  them  to  my  sid^.    {Blows  horn.) 

CONCEETED  PIECE. 

5  Music  floats  on  the  ai?. 

What  spell  hath  bound  me? 
In  a  spot  so  fair. 
Can  ill  surround  me  ? 

Fairies.  Hail  to  thee,  stranger. 

Seek  not  to  fly ; 
Here  fear  and  danger 
Ne'er  can  come  nigh. 


Scene  I.] 


CINDEEELLA. 


5 


Kind  friends  shall  guard  thee, 
True  love  reward  thee, 
And  scenes  of  pleasure 

Banish  each  sigh. 
Queen,  Bliss  now  attends  thee. 

Fortune  befriends  thee. 
Earth's  fairest  treasure 

Here  wait  thine  eye. 
Prince.  Hark !  around,  above, 

Throughout  the  grove 
In  harmonious  measure, 

Voices  float  by. 

{Listens  and  repeats  the  words.) 

Kind  friends — "true  love" — 
What  magic's  nigh? 
What  fate  attends  me  ? 
What  power  befriends  me? 
With  pain  and  pleasure 
My  heart  beats  high. 

Am  I  truly  on  enchanted  ground,  or  does  my  imagination,  slave  to  my  deliglit, 
lose  itself  in  wild  delusions?  The  cool  waters  of  that  flowing  fountain  will  dis- 
sipate the  vapor  of  my  brain  and  cool  my  healed  fancy. 

[Music.  Approaches  the  fountain.  The  Fairy  Queen  extends  her  wand,  when 
the  fountain  disappearing  leaves  to  view  the  form  of  Cinderella,  splendidly 
attired.    Prince  starts  amazed.'] 

Ha !  what  beautiful  vision  enchants  my  sight !  Mortal  or  goddess,  receive  my 
homage !  Let  me  but  know  that  thou  art  reality.  Let  me  gaze  ever  on  those 
celestial  features,  and  with  my  daring  hand  remove  the  mist. 

Queen.  Hold ! 

Prince.         What  being  art  thou  breaking  thus  suddenly  upon  my  sight? 
Queen.  One  that  will  prove  thy  friend,  if  thou  deserve  it ; 

For  her  whom  thou  would'st  now  approach,  go  seek  her 

Where  thou  mayst  do  so  openly  and  free ; 

If  thou  preferrest  virtue  unto  wealth. 

Goodness  and  modesty  to  heartless  grandeur, 

Thou  may'st  e'en  this  day  find  her  j  till  then  lose  her, 

{She  touches  the  figure;  it  sinks.) 

But  bear  her  features  living  in  thy  heart. 

{Horn  is  heard  nearer.) 
Thy  friends  now  seek  thee  and  approach  this  spot; 
Their  eyes  must  not  behold  it.    Prince,  farewell! 
As  thus  I  touch  thee  with  my  rod  of  might. 
Let  thine  eyes  close  awhile  upon  the  light ; 
Let  all  that's  past  to  thy  remembrance  seem. 
On  thy  awaking,  as  thy  fancy's  dream. 

[^She  touches  him  vHth  her  wand;  he  crosses,  and  reclines  to  sleep  upon  a  bank 
of  flowers  L.    Fairies  retire.   Scene  closes.l 


SCENE  THE  SECOND. 

A  forest  glade.    Music  of  hunters  grows  louder  till  they  enter.    The  Prince  discovered 
sleeping  on  bank.   Enter  Alidoro,  Dandini  and  Chorus  E.  H. 

CHOEUS.  ft  fiw^f^irT 

What  wild  sounds,  the  hunters  attending. 
With  the  notes  of  the  horns  are  blending  ? 


6 


CINDERELLA. 


[Act  L 


H.ark  !  the  clamorous  dying  call 
Mixing  with  the  torrent's  fall, 
Wliilst  echo,  the  sound  back  sending, 
Delights  to  repeat  it  all. 
Loudly  now  through  copse  and  dell 
Let  our  woodland  music  swell; 
Till  our  noble  Prince  be  found, 
Glade  and  wood  be  search'd  around. 


Dandini,  {seeing 
Frince.) 


J 


Soft,  behold !  o'ercome  with  sleep, 


ex.-  . 


CHORUS     '  h"'* 
He  tranquil  rests  in  slumber  deep. 


Prince,  {awaking.) 


Ha !  Alidoro !  Friends !  {Starts  wildly  up.) 
Was  it  then  but  a  dream  ? 


Alidoro.  Seized  with  terror. at  your  absence,  we  turned  on  our  steps,  and  

Prince,  {crosses  C,  not  heeding  him.)  Tell  me,  friends,  as  you  came,  saw  you 

none  leave  this  place  ? 

Dandini.  Nothing,  my  lord,  except  a  few  beasts  of  prey,  of  which  we  have 

made  fair  havoc' 

Prince.  Then  farewell  happiness !  I  henceforth  bear  a  rankling  dart  within 
my  breast  that  may  fill  my  life  with  sorrow. 

Alid.  What  thus  disturbs  my  Prince?    If  we  have  rudely  broken  your  repose — 

Prince.  Ah !  that  repose  may  prove  my  curse  for  ever !  Come  hither,  Alidoro ! 
Friends,  retire.  Alidoro,  my  peace  of  mind  is  all  destroyed,  and,  I  almost  shame 
to  tell  it,  by  a  dream. 

Alid.  Of  horror? 

Prince.  No,  of  pure  delight,  while  it  lasted,  though,  like  the  bright  sun  of 
nature,  it  left  naught  on  its  departure  but  clouds  and  darkness.  Oh,  I  have  seen 
in  the  mirror  of  my  fancy  a  being  of  such  surpassing  excellence  that  nothing  of 
earthly  mould  can  equal  her ! 

Alid.  Has  my  prince  not  seen  features  that,  though  forgotten  for  a  time  

Prince.  None  like  to  hers ;  the  eye  that  saw  them  once  would  stamp  them  on 
the  heart  for  ever !  Oh,  if  I  thought  that  such  a  being  lived,  I  would  search  the 
world  and  give  up  my  throne  to  obtain  her. 

Alid.  Nay,  Prince,  that  were  more  likely  to  mar  your  chance  than  mend  it. 
Your  Grace's  vision  now  recalls  to  my  remembrance  a  dream  that  hath  some  touch 
of  coincidence  with  your  present  situation,  though  I  had  nigh  forgotten  it. 

Prince.  Tell  me  of  it.  I'll  snatch  at  every  hope,  however  wild,  that  will  soothe 
my  present  torture. 

Alid.  On  the  first  night  of  our  return  from  Pachia  methought  a  female  form 
of  fairy  mould  and  dazzling  brightness,  in  her  small  hand  a  rod  of  snowy  white 
gemmed  with  the  semblance  of  a  blazing  star,  appeared  before  me  

Prince,  {impetuously.)  I  saw  her  in  my  dream.    Go  on ! 

Alid.  And  commanded  me,  as  I  valued  the  happiness  of  this  realm,  to  guide 
my  sovereign  to  the  old  castle  of  the  Baron  of  Montifiesco,  where  virtue,  youth, 
and  beauty  awaited  him  worthy  of  a  throne. 

Prince.  The  Baron's  family  is  one  of  those  invited  to  the  palace  to-night,  and 
his  daughters,  whom,  however,  I  never  saw,  are  reported  fair  and  accomplished, 
though  he  himself,  they  say,  is  but  a  pompous  fool. 

Alid.  I  would  suggest  to  you,  gracious  prince,  to  call  at  the  castle  on  thy  way 
homeward,  and  as  a  cover  to  the  real  cause  of  your  visit  let  the  ladies  of  Monti- 
fiesco be  invited  to  the  tourney  that  precedes  the  evening's  feast,  and  we  will  con- 
duct them  to  the  palace  as  we  return. 

Prince.  'Tis  well — be  it  so. 

Alid.  Go  on,  friends,  towards  that  castle  yonder  {points  L.  H.),  and  announce 
the  Prince's  approach. 
Prince.  Dandini,  stay  you  with  me  and  Alidoro.   Go,  friends. 


Scene  III.] 


CINDEEELLA. 


7 


CHOEUS. 

Our  noble  prince  is  found ; 

Let  the  wood  with  joy  abound.  • 

^Hunters  how,  and  exit  L.  H. 

Prince.  I  would  observe,  yet  be  myself  unnoticed ;  and  I  have  bethought  me 
of  a  way  to  escape  the  importunities  of  folly  and  avoid  the  fatigue  of  ceremony. 
I  will  divest  myself  of  my  pomp  awhile,  and  lay  the  dull  weight  of  royalty  even 
on  thee,  Dandini. 

Dand.  On  me,  Prince! 

Prince.  On  thy  very  self.  Thou  hast  often  aped  the  manners  of  the  great  for 
others'  entertainment,  I've  been  told.  Thou  shalt  do  so  again  for  mine,  and  be  as 
ridiculous  as  it  may  please  thee. 

Dand.  Nay,  then,  only  let  me  become  prince  for  a  time,  and  you  shall  see  the 
learned  will  wonder  at  my  knowledge,  the  fashion-mongers  extoll  my  manners,  and 
the  women  will  swear  I'm  a  most  ravishing  creature. 

Prince.  Here  take  my  insignia.  {Giving  hat  and  cloak,  with  star  on  it.)  It  is 
to  these  baubles,  and  not  to  myself,  that  the  world's  honor  is  shown.  'Tis  but  for 
a  time  thou  shalt  possess  them.  I  will  become  the  wearer  again  shortly,  and 
nothing  will  have  been  lost.    Come,  let  us  haste. 

Pand.  Stay,  Alidoro ;  help  me  on  with  my  new  toilet.  I  am  a  great  man  now, 
and  must  do  nothing. 

Prince.  What,  sir,  is  that  one  of  your  privileges? 

Dand.  Certainly ;  if  we  great  ones  were  to  work  for  ourselves,  some  of  us  would 
grow  little  enough. 

Prince.  Well,  well,  come  let  us  on.  You,  Alidoro,  join  the  train  gone  forward, 
while  I,  unobserved  and  at  liberty,  will  indulge  in  my  own  humor.  Come,  let 
us  on. 

Dand.  Stay !  If  I  am  to  be  a  great  man,  my  dignity  must  not  be  olFended.  I 
must  go  first,  and  you  may  follow.  {Exeunt,  L.  H. 

lEnd  of  Scene  the  Second.} 


SCENE  THE  THIRD. 

A  Gothic  room  in  the  Baron^s  castle,  opening  into  garden.  On  each  side  of  stage  a 
full-length  mirror ;  on  E.  U.  E.  an  antique  high  fire-place ;  Cinderella  dis- 
covered seated  by  fire-place,  on  a  low  stool ;  Clorinda  and  Thisbe  stand  before 
mirrors  L.  H. — Clorinda  practising  a  dancing  step  ;  Thisbe  trying  a  flower 
on  her  head. 

TEIO.  ^ 

Clor.  ^  No,  no,  no,  no — with  step  so  light, 

With  such  grace  and  easy  air, 

None  will  dance  this  joyful  night. 
This.  Yes,  yes,  yes,  yes — this  flower  Til  wear 

Better  here — no,  better  there, 

Fastened  thus  within  my  hair. 
Both.  With  such  beauty  and  such  skill, 

Every  heart  I'll  gain  at  will. 
Cind.  Once  there  chanced  a  king  to  be, 

Who  to  marry  had  a  mind ; 
So  he  sought  a  wife  to  find, 

And  he'd  his  choice  of  fair  ones  three. 


CINDERELLA. 


[Act  L 


Thus  'tis  said, 
Scorning  wealth  and  charms  alonC; 
Virtue's  call  his  heart  obey'd, 
And  he  chose  a  lowly  maid 
To  share  his  love  and  throne. 

Fal,  lal,  lal,  la. 
Clor.  and  This.  \        Cinderella,  pray  how  long 

{angrily.)      J  Must  that  ditty  be  repeated  ? 

Oind.  In  my  chimney  corner  seated, 

Let  me  sing  my  own  old  song  : 
Once  there  chanced  a  king  to  be — 
Clor.  and  This.  )       Once  there  chanced — did  ever  any  one  see? 
{beating  her.)  j        Wilt  give  over — yes  or  no  ? 

Or  I'll  stop  thee  with  a  blow. 
*  ( They  return  to  mirrors.) 

With  such  beauty  and  such  skill, 
Every  heart  we'll  gain  at  Will. 
Oind.  Once  there  chanced,  &c. 

Clor.  And  so,  Madam  Cinderella,  after  having  done  nothing  but  dress  our  heads, 
you  think  you  may  sit  there  singing  your  old  melancholy  ballad  as  if  you  were 
in  your  kitchen,  do  you?   Have  you  done  the  work  we  ordered  you  last  night? 

Cind.  All  is  finished.    I  didn't  go  to  bed  till  two  this  morning. 

Clor.  Dear  me !  great  cause  of  complaint,  to  be  sure !  What  should  we  say,  who 
danced  the  other  night  till  three  o'clock  and  yet  were  up  before  twelve? 

Cind.  Nay,  dancing  doesn't  tire. 

This.  You  think  so? 

Cind.  I'm  sure  of  it.    Oh !  I  could  dance  twenty-four  hours  running! 
Clor.  What  a  pity  you're  not  invited  to  the  ball!    You'd  like  to  go,  I  dare 
say? 

and.  Oh!  that  I  should! 

Clor.  Ha!  ha!  ha!   You'd  be  a  pretty  figure  at  a  ball ! 
This.  Ha!  ha!  ha!    Especially  in  that  tasty  dress ! 

Clor.  Go,  and  put  such  idle  thoughts  out  of  your  head,  and  be  grateful  to  us 
for  keeping  you  employed ;  for,  depend  upon  it,  my  dear,  work  is  pleasure ! 
Cind.  Is  it?    I'm  very  sorry  to  hear  it. 
Clor.  and  This.  Why? 

Cind.  Because  then  you  never  have  any  pleasure. 

Clor.  Get  you  gone  into  the  kitchen  again  till  we  call  you.  {As  Cinderella  is 
going,  a  knock  is  heard  C.  D.)    Stay !  some  one  knocks.    See  who  it  is. 

[Cinderella  opens  door— Fairy  Queen  enters  disguised  as  a  beggar-woman.'] 

QUAETETTE. 

Queen.  Grant  me  charity,  I  pray.* 

Clor.  and  This.  Idle  crone!  hence,  away! 

[They  turn  their  backs,  and  arrange  their  persons  at  their  mirrors.  CINDERELLA 
goes  kindly  to  Fairy,  makes  her  sit  by  fire,  gives  her  food,  and  hides  her  from 
Clorinda  and  Thisbe.] 

Cind.  Don't  ye  go  away  in  sorrow ; 

This  your  hunger  will  allay*  * 
Queen.  Happiness  before  to-morrow 

May  thy  charity  repay. 
Cind.  May  I  still  relieve  the  sorrow 

Of  the  needy  on  their  way. 
Clor.  and  This.  Every  art  and  grace  I'll  borrow, 

My  attractions  to  display. 

Clor.  {turns  round.)  What!  that  ragged  pauper  still  here!  What  insolence! 
Hence,  or  we'll  have  you  dragged  through  the  horsepond ;  and  as  for  you,  you 
little  slut — — !    (Goes  to  Cinderella,  who  shrinks  behind  Queen.) 


Scene  III.] 


CINDEEELLA. 


9 


Queen,  (interposing.)  Hold!  haraa  her  not  for  having  been  charitable.  I  am 
going;  your  unfeeling  hearts  will  yet  be  punished.  As  for  you,  gentle  maid,  fear 
them  not;  their  power  to  hurt  you  is  past,  and  your  humanity  ere  long  will  meet 
reward.  lExit  C.  D, 

Clor.  Who  ever  heard  such  impudence?  I  would  have  punished  her  myself, 
but  for  a  dreadful  pain  that  just  then  came  into  my  arm.  I  declare,  owing  to  this 
girl's  folly,  ourS  is  become  a  regular  house  of  call  for  all  the  vagabonds  in  the 
country. 

Oind.  There  are  so  many  unfortunate  wretches  in  the  world ! 
Tjfiis,  But  we  are  not  unfortunate  wretches :  we  shall  be  robbed  some  day  or 
other. 

C/or.  You  shall  go  without  your  dinner  for  this. 

This.  Aye,  and  your  supper,  too;  I  will  take  care  of  that.  Go  back  to  your 
kitchen. 

Cind.  (crosses  E.  Aside.)  Well,  no  matter,  I  have  relieved  the  distressed,  and 
will  eat  my  dry  crust  with  the  more  satisfaction.  [Exit  R.  H. 

Clor,  But  where  can  that  lazy  fellow,  Pedro,  be  delaying  all  this  while?  It's 
more  than  two  hours  since  he  went  to  town  for  our  new  dresses,  I  hope  mine 
will  be  well  made ;  it's  to  be  all  trimmed  with  gold. 

This.  And  mine  is  to  be  pink  satin,  trimmed  with  silver. 

dor.  Yes,  but  I'm  to  wear,  because  I'm  the  eldest,  a  beautiful  Spanish  hat  and 
feathers.  I  hope  Pedro  will  take  every  care  of  it ;  I  wouldn't  have  it  spoiled  for 
the  world. 

[Enter  Pedro  C.  D.,  loith  a  large  bandbox  containing  robes,  hats,  &c.,  with  other  pack- 
ages under  his  arms  and  in  his  pockets.'] 

Ped.  Here  I  am  at  last!   Ugh!  what  a  trot  I've  had  of  it,  to  be  sure  ! 
Clor.  and  This.  Now  for  it!    Now  for  it! 
Clor.  Have  yqu  brought  everything? 

Ped.  Yes,  miss,  everything  I  was  told,  except  I  forgot  something,  (Places 
bandbox  in  C.  of  stage.) 

Clor.  Well,  Pedro,  but  where  have  you  been  all  this  while  ? 

Ped.  Been?  Bless  you,  I've  been  everywhere.  First  to  the  mantuamakers, 
then  to  the  staymakers,  then  to  the  shoemakers ;  in  fact,  to  all  sorts  of  makers, 
(gives  parcels.)  There  are  the  gloves ;  there  are  the  shoes ;  there  are  the  wigs — 
I  mean  the  curls :  the  hair-dresser  says  there  won't  be  such  fronts  as  yours  at  the 
ball — there  are  the  flowers,  and  there  is  the  rouge. 

Clo7\  And  have  you  brought  my  beautiful  Spanish  hat  and  feathers  ? 

Ped.  Yes,  miss,  it's  in  the  bandbox. 

Clor.  Oh,  I  must  try  it  on  directly!  Now,  Pedro,  run  and  tell  Cinderella  to 
take  the  things  out  of  the  bandbox  for  us;  do  you  hear?  (Turns  glass  round  to 
her.) 

Ped.  Yes,  miss,  (running  E.)    Ha!  ha! 

[Clorinda  and  Thisbe  hurry  him  backwards — he  falls  in  the  bandbox — they  raise 
and  beat  him  off  C.  D.    Clorinda  takes  out  hat  flattened  and  broken.] 

Clor.  Here's  a  head-dress  for  the  ball !  Oh,  my  beautiful  hat !  I  must  now  go 
without  it.  I'll  have  that  wretch  turned  away,  I'm  determined ;  he  does  nothing 
but  mischief. 

[E.  enter  Cinderella  E.  H.] 

Cind.  Do  you  want  me,  sisters  ?   I  mean  

Clor.  Why  didn't  you  come  sooner  ? 
Cind.  I  didn't  know  that  you  

Clor.  Silence!  Eemove  those  things  directly;  and  (horn)  what's  that?  Cinde- 
rella, run  to  the  front,  and  

[Enter  Pedro  hastily,  C.  D.] 

Ped.  Where's  ray  master  ?  Where's  the  baron  ?  Here's  a  grand  to-do ;  here's 
a  


2 


10 


CINDERELLA. 


[Act  L 


jBo<A.  What's  the  matter?  ^ 

Fed.  Oh !  such  a  boar ! 

Clor.  A  boar ! 

Pcd.  Yes,  a  wild  boar ! 

Both,  {screaming.)  Ah  1 

Fed.  Yes,  but  he's  dead  though.   I  had  just  gone  to  the  gate  when  a  great 
cavalcade  of  hunters  carrying  dead  game,  enough  to  stock  our  pantry  for  a  twelve- 
month, came  up.   Oh,  here  they  come !  \_Exil  E.  H. 
[Enter  Alidoro,  with  hunters  and  Prince's  attendants.'] 

.  QUAETETTE  AND  CHOEUS. 

Back  from  his  morning  chase  our  noble  Prince  doth  ride, 

And  to  this  mansion  now  doth  bend  his  way, 
Unto  his  palace  your  steps  to  guide, 

Where  joy  will  reign  this  happy  dayj 
"Where  soon  some  envied  bride, 
Of  this  whole  realm  the  pride, 
Our  hearts  will  sway. 
Clor.  and  This,  {eagerly.) 

The  Prince  himself,  you  say  ? 
Alid.  and  Hunt.  Now  comes  this  way; 

Clor.  and  This.     ,        And  soon  some  envied  bride  ? 
Alid.  and  Hunt.  Will  all  obey. 

Clor.  and  This,  {calling  Cinderella  from  each  other.) 
fi^  .  ^.  Cinderella,  quick,  come  here  ! 

^  N  k  Bring  my  things  unto  my  room; 

Cinderella,  do  you  hear? 

Get  my  necklace  and  my  plume, — 
What  confusion's  in  my  brain! 

Now  my  triumph  is  at  hand  ; 
Who  knows  yet  but  I  may  reign 
Chosen  queen  o'er  all  the  land  ? 
Cind.  {having  run  from  one  to  the  other,  stops.) 

Cinderella,  now  run  here  ; 
Cinderella,  now  run  there ; 
Cinderella,  come  this  way  J 
Cinderella  night  and  day. 
'Tis  enough  to  rive  one's  brain 

Thus  to  slave  at  their  command. 
Treated  ever  with  disdain. 
And  abused  on  every  hand. 
Alid.  and  Cho.  What  confusion's  in  their  brain! 

{Aside.)  Now  the  contest  is  at  hand; 

Each  is  hoping  yet  to  reign 
Chosen  queen  o'er  all  the  land ! 

Clor.  Here,  Cinderella,  lead  the  attendants  to  get  refreshments.  Thanks,  good 
friends ;  we  feel  honored  by  the  Prince's  condescension,  and  deem  his  visit  a  most 
signal  favor.  \_Fkeunt  Alidoro,  Cinderella,  and  Hunters,  C.  D. 

{Embraces  Thisbe.)  Oh,  my  dear  Thisbe,  what  happiness !  We  shall  see  the 
Prince  1 

This.  He  will  hand  us  out. 

Clor.  How  we  shall  be  stared  at !    What  an  honor !  but,  bless  me,  the  Prince 
coming  and  our  father  not  yet  up !    I  must  run  and  inform  him. 
This.  No ;  I  must  be  the  first  to  tell  him  the  news. 

Clor.  Indeed  you  shan't,  though.  I  am  the  eldest  and  must  be  the  principal 
agent  in  all  family  matters. 

This.  Well,  then,  I'll  go  with  you. 

{They  go  ofL,,  and  return,  pulling  the  Baron  on,  and  both  speaking.) 

Father !  father  I  oh,  such  news !  such  an  honor  I  such !  

{He  casts  them  off;  they  affect  sorrow.) 


Scene  III.] 


CINDERELLA. 


11 


10-     SONG.— Baron. 

^  Ye  tormentors,  wherefore  came  ye  ? 
I  disown  you — I  disclaim  ye ; 
Such  a  glorious  dream  just  dreaming, 
And  to  wake  me  with  your  screaming. 

■  [TAe  Baron  refuses  them  his  hand  to  hiss  ;  they  affect  grief  when  he  looks  at 
them,  but  laugh  aside  ;  he  observes  only  their  pretended  mortification.'] 

See  with  sorrow  how  they're  swelling ; 
Pretty  ci'eatures,  how  they  fear  me ! 

{He  embraces  them,  and  takes  their  hands.) 

Come,  then ;  silence  now  and  hear  me 
Whilst  my  wondrous  dream  I'm  telling : 
To  the  garden  as  I  hied  me, 
Methought  a  jackass  rose  beside  mej 

Yes,  a  jackass,  but  such  a  love ! 
When  of  a  sudden,  portentous  wonder ! 
From  his  shoulders,  broad  asunder, 

Two  large  wings  shot  out  above, 

And  in  the  air  up  he  flew ; 
And  atop  a  neighboring  belfry, 

Fast  he  stuck  before  my  view ; 
Then  the  bells  began  a-sounding. 

Right  from  under  where  he  sat, 
When  chi,  chi,  chu,  chu,  in  bounding, 

You  awoke  me  with  your  chat. 
Of  this  dream  now,  so  astounding. 
Hear  me  thus  the  sense  expounding  : 
Bells  at  festivals  are  sounded — 
That  means  joy  to  us  unbounded ; 
Then  the  wings,  too,  they  mean  you, 
And  the  flight — plebeians,  adieu ! 
Now  the  ass  remains,  and  he. 
Rest  assured,  means  plainly  me. 
Whoe'er  beholds  you  at  once  may  gather 
That  the  jackass  is  your  father. 
You  are  fated  each,  believe  me, 

To  become  a  fruitful  queen,  ' 
And  grand-children,  by  the  dozen, 

Soon  around  me  will  be  seen ; 
A  young  king  in  embryo  here. 

Servant,  servant,  mighty  poppet  ,* 
A  young  queen  about  me  there; 

Servant,  servant,  royal  moppet ; 

And  as  I'm  the  parent  vine. 

All  this  glory  will  be  mine. 

Baron.  Yes,  my  wonderful  dream  portends  something,  and  if  your  tongues  liadn't 
drowned  the  bells,  there's  no  knowing  what  I  should  have  made  of  it. 

Clor.  and  This,  {having  been  impatient  to  speak.)  Oh !  father  

Clor.  I've  such  news  to  tell  you. 
This.  Do  you  know  that  ? 

Baron.  What !  I  suppose  your  dresses  have  come  home. 
Clor.  Oh !  as  to  that,  yes,  and  beautiful  they  are,  too. 
This.  Mine  is  trimmed  with  silv^. 
Clor.  And  mine  with  gold. 

Baron.  Yes,  and  the  silver  and  gold  trimmed  out  of  my  pocket.  But  no  mat- 
ter, so  long  as  we  support  the  dignity  of  our  house !  No  later  than  yesterday  I 
fell  asleep  over  the  family  tree,  tracing  our  noble  line.  There  have  been  princes 
among  the  blood  of  the  Pumpolinos,  and  I  find  that  we  descend  perpendicularly 
in  the  male  line  from  Peter  the  Foolish,  and  horizontally  in  the  female  line  from 
Barbara  the  Cruel,  and  neither  males  nor  females  have  degenerated. 

Clor.  He'll  never  stop.    Didn't  you  hear  the  horns  sound  a  little  while  back  ? 


12 


CINDEEELLA. 


[Act  I. 


Baron.  The  liorna  1  What,  then,  are  horns  a  novelty  to  tlie  house  of  Purapo- 
Imo?    {Crosses  to  L.) 

This.  But  the  Prince  has  been  hunting  in  the  forest. 

Baron.  Hunting !  ha  1  ha !  ha  I  By  my  ancestors,  but  he's  a  rare  prince ! 
Scarcely  returned  a  week  from  his  travels  he  hunts  in  the  morning,  gives  a  ball 
at  night,  and  yet  married  next  day. 

Clor.  and  This.  Married  I 

Baron.  Yes,  he's  bound  by  a  special  clause  in  his  father's  will  to  marry  in  a 
month  after  its  date,  and  to-morrow  the  fatal  period  arrives.  ( Crosses  C.)  Tliat's 
the  reason  why  he  this  night  gives  a  grand  entertainment,  and  has  invited  all  the 
noble  families  of  his  principality — us,  of  course. 

Clor.  Well,  then,  he's  now  coming  here. 

Baron.  Eh!  what?  coming  here? 

Clor.  Yes,  in  a  few  minutes.  {They  speak  quickly,  one  after  the  other  ;  Baron 
turns  to  each  other  alternately.) 

This.  He  has  sent  to  say  

Clor.  Attended  by  his  followers. 

This.  We're  to  be  conducted  to  the  pal  

Baron.  Zounds !  one  at  a  time,  or  I  can  hear  neither. 

Clor.  and  This,  (together,  quickly.)  Well,  then,  the  Prince,  who  has  been  hunting 
in  the  forest  the  whole  morning  

Baron.  There  again !  {Putting  his  hand  over  Clorindd's  mouth,  and  turning  to 
Thisbe.)    Now,  my  dear,  while  she's  silent  do  you  go  on. 

This,  Well,  then,  in  one  word,  the  Prince  is  coming  here  himself  to  conduct  us 
with  all  honor  to  his  palace. 

Baron.  The  prince  is  coming  here?  Pm  all  amazement  and  stupefaction.  Oh ! 
my  daughters,  what  an  honor  for  the  Pumpolinos !  One  of  ye  is  certainly  des- 
tined !  Eemember  the  feathers,  the  flight,  the  ass.  It's  all  coming  true.  Take 
care  how  you  speak,  look,  and  move.  Now's  the  time  for  you  to  display  all  the 
natural  graces  you  inherit  from  your  father.    ( Crosses  E.) 

This.  But  I  mustn't  be  seen  in  this  horrible  disguise. 

Clor.  Oh,  if  the  Prince  catches  me  undressed,  I  shall  faint. 

Baron.  Zounds !  and  I,  too,  in  this  old  gown  and  night-cap !  Cinderella,  fetch 
me  my  wig.    {Calls  E.) 

This.  Cinderella,  come  and  lace  me. 

Clor.  Cinderella,  bring  my  new  sash.  \_Exeunt  omnes  L.  D. 

[Enter  Peince,  disguised  as  Dandini,  C.  D.,  during  symphony.'] 

EECITATIVE. 

All  around  is  silent;  this  mansion  a  desert  seems j 

I  know  not  wherefore  thus  I  have  consented 

To  yield  me  the  sport  of  chance; 

The  words  my  friend  imparted 

Were  that  within  this  mansion 

Heside  virtue,  youth,  and  beauty, 

Worthy  to  grace  a  throne  and  make  me  happy. 

To  marry,  yet  not  to  love !    Oh,  law  tyrannic, 

That  in  youth's  blooming  season, 

Harshly  my  heart  to  barter  thus  condemns  me  ! 

What  means  this  silence  ? 

[Enter  Cindekella,  singing,  plate  of  bread  in  her  hand.'\ 

Cind.  Once  there  chanced  a  king  to  be  

{Buns  against  Prince— screams.) 

Ah !  oh,  mercy ! 

Prince.  What  is  it? 

Cind.  You  alarmed  me  so,  sir. 

Prince.  Did  you  think  me  some  monster? 

Cind.  Yes !  I — I — mean  no,  sir. 

{A  pause;  each  observes  the  other  in  amazement.) 


Scene  III.] 


CINDEKELLA. 


13 


//.  DUET. 

Prince.  Whence  this  soft  and  pleasing  flame 

That  within  my  breast  hath  passed  ? 
Cind.  Wherefore  thus  within  my  frame 

Does  my  heart  now  beat  so  fast  ? 
Prince.  What  resemblance  her  features  bear ! 

Cind.  I  would  speak,  yet  I  scarcely  dare. 

Together.  Mildly  beaming,  brightly  gleaming, 

In  those  eyes  beauty  sits  smiling, 

And  my  heart  e'en  now  beguiling, 

O'er  me  throws  it's  magic  snare. 
Prince.  Of  the  Baron  the  lovely  daughters 

I  fain  would  see,  if  here  they  dwell. 
Cind.  They  are  yonder  in  their  chambers ; 

Soon  they'll  come ;  then,  hope,  farewell  I 
Prince.  Who  are  you,  then,  may  I  know  ? 

Cind.  That,  alas  !  I  scarce  can  tell. 

Prince.  How !  not  tell  ?  , 

.  Cind.  Truly  so! 

By  my  father  disregarded, 

From  my  family  discarded; 

Having  early  lost  my  mother, 

Without  sister,  without  brother, 

Then  my  father,  in  conclusion  : 

Nay,  I'm  lost  in  strange  confusion  j 

I  scarce  know  what  I  have  said. 

Oh,  forgive  and  judge  with  mildness 

Of  a  poor  and  simple  maid ! 
Prince.  How  enchanting  is  her  wildness 

Thus  with  innocence  arrayed ! 

Clor.  and  This,  {calling  without  L.  H.)  Cinderella,  come  here  to  me. 

Baron.  Cinderella! 

Prince.  What  can  all  that  outcry  be  ? 

Cind.  (crosses  L.)    Farewell,  Sir  Stranger,  my  duties  call  me ; 

Ah,  whate'er  may  now  befall  me. 

This  poor  heart  no  more  is  mine  ! 
Prince.  To  my  reason  pride  recall  me  ! 

Though  her  beauty  may  enthrall  me, 
Thoughts  so  wild  I  must  resign. 

[Exit  CiNDEEELLA  L. 

Prince.  What  innocence !  what  simplicity !  and  her  features  so  resembling  . 

Yet  her  mean  attire !  My  thoughts  seem  to  wander  strangely.  Is  she  dependent? 
—some  humble  friend  of  the  family,  perhaps.  I  would  give  much  that  her  station 
were  such  as  would  allow  her  being  invited  to  the  feast. 

[Enter  Alidoro  C.    Comes  down  K.] 

Well,  Alidoro,  are  all  my  train  instructed  to  treat  Dandini  as  my  represent- 
ative? 

Alid.  All,  Prince;  though  his  ridiculous  airs  somewhat  discompose  the  neces- 
sary gravity  of  his  companions.  Has  your  highness  yet  beheld  the  daughters  of 
the  Baron  ? 

Prince.  No,  I  have  hitherto  seen  none  but  a  young  girl  in  poor  attire,  whose 
beauty,  however,  would  merit  admiration  even  in  a  court. 

Alid.  {crosses  L.)  See,  here  comes  the  Baron  with  his  daughters.  Observe  all, 
and  be  careful  not  to  betray  yourself. 

[Enter  Baron  in  an  old-fashioned  court  suit,  Clorinda  and  Thisbe  richly  hc&ited.'] 

Have  we  the  honor  of  seeing  the  Baron  Pumpolino  ? 

Baron.  Yes,  gentlemen,  you  have.    May  I  know  in  return  who  you  are  ? 


14 


CINDERELLA. 


[Act  I. 


Alid.  My  name,  sir,  is  Alidoro. 

Baron.  Alidoro !    How !  are  you  that  wise  and  illustrious  sage  whose  learning, 

whose  flaming  lights,  whose  ?   I  have  the  honor  to  present  my  daughters  to 

you. 

[Peince  and  Alidoro  boiv — Clorinda  and  Thisbe  endeavor  to  attract  the  notice 
of  the  Prince.] 

.  Baron,  (bows  and  crosses  to  Prince.)  I  have  the  honor,  no  doubt,  of  seeing  one 
of  the  principal  lords  of  the  court. 

Alid.  No,  Baron,  only  a  simple  squire  of  the  Prince. 

Baron,  (changing  to  condescending  familiarity.)  How  do  ye  do,  friend  ? 

{Crosses  C.) 

Clor.  (having  looked  graciously  at  Prince,  turns  away  disdainfully.)  Only  a  squire ! 
I  guessed  he  was  something  of  the  kind. 
This.  Yes,  he  has  the  air  of  a  commoner. 

Prince,  (aside  to  Alidoro.)  If  these  be  his  only  daughters  

Alid.  (aside  to  Prince.)  Patience,  and  decide  not  hastily. 

Baron,  (to  Alidoro.)  Learned  sir,  may  I  inquire  to  what  I  owe  the  flattering 
honor  of  your  visit  ? 

Alid.  The  Prince  is  in  your  neighborhood.  Having  heard  a  fair  report  of 
your  daughters,  he  is  desirous  of  beholding  them.  (Horn.)  But  hold !  that  horn 
announces  the  Prince's  arrival. 

Baron,  (aside  to  his  daughters.)  Call  up  your  sweetest  smiles. 

Alid.  The  Prince  is  here ! 

[Music.    Enter  Dandini,  pompously,  and  attendants,  C.  D.] 

Band.  By  all  our  princely  ancestors,  but  we've  had  noble  sport,  Baron.  You 
may  kiss  our  hand.  We  are  informed  that  fate  has  made  you  father  of  fascinating 
daughters. 

Baron.  Fate  has  smiled  on  me,  and  aided  my  paternal  endeavors  to  continue 
the  line  of  my  noble  house.    The  fruit,  noble  Prince,  is  before  you. 

Band.  We  do  congratulate  you,  Baron.  May  I  be  permitted  the  honor  of  a 
chaste  salute?    Virgin  No.  1 !  (Crosses  to  Clorinda.) 

Clor.  What  touching  goodness ! 

Band.  Virgin  No.  2 ! 

This.  What  considerate  attention! 

Band.  I  rather  like  this,  though.  Baron,  these  are  two  charming  Venuses. 
They  are  papa  all  over.  (Crosses  C.  between  ladies.) 

Clor.  Oh,  Prince! 
This.  Oh,  Sire ! 

Baron.  He  is  caught !  The  descendants  of  Peter  the  Foolish  will  still  be  mixed 
with  royal  blood.    Your  highness  then  does  incontinently  marry  to-morrow? 

Band.  Most  incontinently !   I'm  tired  of  the  world's  pleasures.  I  must  marry ! 

Baron.  And  may  I  ask  what  are  the  qualifications  your  highness  expects  to 
find  in  the  lady  you  take  to  wife  ? 

Band.  Why,  I  am  moderate ;  only  let  her  possess  youth,  modesty,  beauty,  grace, 
wit,  and  talent,  and  I'm  content. 

Baron.  Your  highness  then  has  popped  into  the  right  place. 

Band.  And  now,  fair  ladies,  if  you  will  honor  our  learned  tutor,  the  wise  Ali- 
doro, with  your  delicate  hands,  he  will  prepare  all  for  your  departure. 

(Alidoro  crosses  to  ladies.) 

Baron.  I'll  but  get  my  cane,  and  tread  upon  your  royal  heels  in  a  moment,  and 
will  follow  you  directly.  [Exit  L.  IT.  E. 

[Exeunt  Clorinda,  Thisbe,  Alidoro,  and  attendants,  C.  D. 

Band.  Now,  Prince,  have  I  not  done  bravely  ? 

Paince.  Out  upon  thee !  thou  hast  libeled  gentility  most  grossly. 

Band.  Consider  my  short  notice. 

Prince.  What  made  thee  speak  such  big  words  ? 


Scene  III.] 


CINDEEELLA. 


15 


Band.  'Tis  but  fitting,  Prince,  since  I  am  great  myself,  that  my  words  should 
be  so  too.    My  Prince,  with  your  permission  

Prince.  Hush  !  be  silent!  what  is  he  saying? 

Band.  Well,  but  go  we?  why  are  we  staying? 

Prince.  My  doubts  I  must  allay. 

GM.  But  one  half  hour — do,  pray ! 

Baron.  Hence,  to  thy  work  betake  thee ! 

Begone,  or  this  shall  make  you ! 
Prince  and  Band.  Forbear,  sir! 

{Enter  Alidoro.    Ooes  to  Prince  L.  H.] 

^  Baron.  Please  your  eminence — 

Begone,  I  say— royal  excellence ! 
'Tis  this  vile  servant's  insolence. 
Prince^  Land.,  and  Alid. 

Servant? 

Oind.  Nay,  sure  

Baron.  Hence,  impudence! 

Behave  with  proper  reverence. 
Begone  from  here ; 
Again  appear, 
I'll  punish  thee,  I  swear. 
Prince  and  Alid.  What  feelings  rise 

I  (you)  must  disguise, 
I  (you)  still  the  mask  must  wear. 
Band.  Good  Baron,  nay. 

Your  wrath  allay ; 

I  must  protect  the  fair ! 
Ci'Ml.  A  slave,  alas ! 

My  life  to  pass, — 

Hard  fate  beyond  compare ! 
Persuade  him,  kind  sirs,  to  let  me 
To  this  grand  ball  repair. 

Baron,  {without  L.)  Leave  me,  I  say,  this  moment,  or  else  

Cind.  {without.)  Only  one  word,  sir. 
Baron,  {without.)  Begone,  I  tell  you. 
Prince.  Hark !  what  noise ! 
Cind.  {without.)  Do  but  hear  me,  sir! 

{Enter  Baron  in  anger,  followed  by  Cinderella,  L.  L.  E.] 

Baron.  I  won't ;  Pve  no  time.    Now,  Prince,  I  attend  you. 
Prince,  {aside.)  'Tis  she  again.    {As  they  are  going  Cinderella  pulls  the  skirt  of 
Baron's  coat.) 

Baron,  {turns  round  angrily.)  How  now !    What  want  you? 

■  FINALE.  '^^^^    ^  e*»,r<f.^- 

Cind.  My  lord,  deign  but  to  hear  me. 

To  ask  a  favor,  may  I  dare  ? 
To  dance  but  one  hour ;  oh,  let  me 
To  this  grand  ball  repair. 
Baron.  Hi — hi !    A  pretty  Venus,  I  must  say, 

A  charming  exhibition,- 
To  thy  cinders  hence  away  j 
Stop  me  not,  I  must  not  stay. 

{Enter  Fairy  Queen,  disguised.    She  gives  an  open  book  to  Alidoro,  with  an 
injunction  to  silence,  and  goes  off.   Alidoro  reads,  surprised,  and  advances 
to  Baron.]  a«Ud*to 
Alid.  Here  'tis  set  down,  my  lord — 

Behold !  and  see — 
That  you're  the  parent 
Of  daughters  three  j 


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CINDERELLA. 


[Act  I. 


Aye,  daughters  three. 
Now  ere  the  Prince  bestows  his  hand, 
I  your  third  daughter  hereby  demand. 
I  a  third  daughter  7   You've  been  misled. 
Her  name's  Angelina. 
She,  sir,  is  dead ! 
Yet  in  this  book  'tis  not  so  said. 
Sure,  'tis  of  me  they  speak.   No,  she's  not  dead. 
Baron,  {driving  Cinderella  into  L ;  apart  to  her  with  repressed  violmce.) 
Another  word,  my  fury  dread. 
That  you  are  dead  but  dare  deny, 
And,  by  my  life,  e'en  here  you  die. 
Dead,  sir,  you  said  ? 
Your  highness,  quite  dead !  {Pause.) 


Baron. 

Alid. 

Baron. 

Alid. 

Cind. 


Prince  and  Alidoro. 
Baron. 


Baron. 


Cind. 


AM. 


Prince. 


Dand. 


Hunters,  &c. 


if.  QUINTETTE. 

Midst  doubts  confusing, 
Uncertain  musing, 
Their  mind's  commotion, 
Like  waves  of  the  ocean, 
Still  rolling  wide, 
Will  not  subside. 

Dare  but  to  breathe  again 
One  single  syllable, 
And  on  this  very  spot 

You  surely  die. 
Oh,  sirs,  protect  me, 
Do  not  forsake  me ; 
Your  kind  assistance 

Do  not  deny. 

[Enter  Attendants  C.  D.] 

End  this  dissension, 
Longer  delay  not ; 
For  our  departure 
The  hour  is  nigh. 

No  more  of  violence, 
Poor  maiden,  fear  not ; 
On  our  protection 
You  may  rely. 

Shall  my  authority 
Be  disregarded  ? 
Be  silent,  all  ye  ; 
Oh,  fie  !  oh,  fie ! 

All  now  is  ready, 
Time  quick  doth  fly ; 

Over  the  mountains 
The  sun  is  high. 


[Exeunt  Dandini,  Baeon,  Pbince,  &c.,  C.  D. 
lately  L.  H. 


Cinderella  retires  discon- 


[End  op  Act  the  First.] 


Scene  L]  CINDEEELLA.  17 


Act  the  Second. 
SCENE  THE  FIRST. 

A  Chamber  in  the  Palace.   Enter  Pkince  and  Dandini  E.  H. 

QUAETETTE. 

Softly,  softly,  in  a  whisper, 
So  that  none  may  overhear  us. 
Now  that  nobody  is  near  us, 
Say,  what  think  you  of  the  fair? 
Why,  then,  softly  and  in  a  whisper, 
Without  any  hesitation 
Of  caprice  and  affectation. 
They're  a  compound,  I  declare. 
Vfithout  any  more  debating. 

Neither  shall  be  mine,  I  swear. 
Ever  flirting,  ever  prating. 
They're,  in  truth,  a  precious  pair  ! 

lEnter  Clorii^da  L.] 
Tell  me  why,  Prince,  you're  so  cruel  ? 

[Enter  Thisbe  E.  H.] 

Why,  alas  !  Prince,  do  you  fly  me? 
I  must  have  you  ever  near  me. 
Or  you'll  drive  me  to  despair. 
Softly,  ladies,  soft,  and  hear  me : 
Wed  two  sisters — that,  I  fear  me, 
Would  all  proper  bounds  outgo  : 
One  I'll  marry  and  the  other 
On  my  squire  here  I'll  bestow. 
No,  no,  no,  no,  no,  no; 
Wed  a  squire  ?  not  so,  not  so. 
Prince.  Lovely  fair,  do  not  refuse  me. 

You'll  repent  not  if  you  choose  me. 
£oth.  Wed  a  squire  ?  good  sir,  excuse  me  ; 

No,  no,  no;  it  will  not  do; 
Wed  a  low-born  creature. 
Coarse  in  manners  and  in  feature? 
Oh,  the  idea  is  so  horrid 
It  is  more  than  I  can  bear. 
Prince  and  Band.         So  much  candor  in  a  woman 
Is  a  virtue  somewhat  rare. 

Prince.  May  I  be  permitted  to  entertain  the  hopes,  fair  lady,  with  which  his 
highness,  the  Prince,  has  flattered  me  ? 

Clor.  Weil,  I'm  sure,  for  a  man  like  you  to  address  a  woman  of  my  conse- 
quence !  '  No,  sir,  you  may  address  my  sister,  if  you  please.    (Crosses  to  Dandini.) 

Prince.  I  must  then  turn  my  fond  hopes  to  you,  sweet  lady. 

This.  Then  you  are  a  very  bold  man.  (Crosses.)  The  impudence  and  igno- 
rance of  some  people  is  quite  laughable. 

Band.  The  Prince's  hat  and  cloak  carry  it  all  hollow. 

Prince,  (aside.)  Well,  Vm  sure,  never  prince  was  so  candidly  treated.  'Tis  not 
the  Prince  but  the  squire  they  repulse ;  and  now  that  my  unfavorable  opinion  of 
them  is  confirmed,  their  arrogance  shall  be  fitly  mortified.  Hark !  Dandini,  the 
frolic  must  now  end.  I  must  strip  thee  of  thy  peacock's  feathers,  and  leave  thee 
the  jay  thou  wert  before. 

Dand.  What !  must  I  abdicate  so  soon  ? 


Prince. 

Dand. 

Prince. 
Band. 

Clor, 

This. 
Both. 

Band. 
Both. 


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CINDERELLA. 


[Act  II. 


Prince.  Aye,  and  thou  must  not  only  descend  from  thy  throne,  but  confess  thy- 
self to  their  father. 

Dand.  Why,  he'll  break  my  head. 

Prince.  That's  of  little  consequence.  But  see  that  he  quits  not  the  palace.  His 
folly  is  amusing,  and  I  should  miss  him  in  our  evening  revels.  [Exit  R.  H. 

Panel.  And  so  ends  all  Dandini's  greatness.  Before,  however,  I  descend  into 
private  life,  I'll  see  if  I  can't  retire  with  a  like  advantage!  Roseate  beauties,  I 
am  rather  a  romantic  kind  of  monarch,  and  am  weak  enough  to  desire  being  be- 
loved for  myself.    Tell  me,  then,  is  it  not  rather  my  throne  and  my  crown  ? 

Both.  Oh,  Prince,  would  you  attack  our  punctilious  honor? 

Pand.  Not  even  in  my  dreams. 

This.  As  for  me,  were  your  highness  the  lowest  of  your  subjects,  I  would  still 
prefer  you  to  all  others. 

Clor.  A  cottage  and  your  heart  is  all  I  desire. 

Pand.  You  enchant  me !  But  see,  your  noble  father  comes  this  way.  So, 
sweetest  charmers,  deign  to  retire  for  a  few  minutes. 

[Exit  Cloeinda  and  Thisbe  R.  H. 

And  now  for  the  poor  Baron. 

[Enter  Baron  L.  H.] 

Baron.  Ah,  Prince,  excuse  my  intrusion ;  pardon  a  father's  eagerness  if  I  crave 
to  know  which  of  my  two  daughters  is  your  honored  choice? 
Pand.  My  choice  is  already  made,  but  you  must  be  silent. 
Baron.  I'll  be  dumb. 
Pand.  It's  in  confidence,  mind. 
Baron.  I'm  upon  thorns. 

Panel.  Well,  then,  bring  a  seat.  Baron.    {They  sit.) 


I  b  DUET. 

Land.  Sir,  a  secret  most  important, 

Most  peculiar,  nay,  most  confounding. 

You  must  hear  me  now  declare; 
'Tis  a  matter  so  astounding 

It  may  chance  to  make  you  stare. 
From  the  lips  of  men  of  wisdom, 
Counsel,  sir,  comes  ever  wiser. 
How  to  treat  her  be  my  adviser, 
If  I  wed  your  daughter  fair. 

Baron.  I'm  made  chancellor  already. 

Since  your  royal  condescension 
Such  a  matter  deigns  to  mention, 
My  advice  to  you  I'll  dare : 
Ever  ready  in  the  hall 
Be  twenty  servants  at  her  call ; 
A  hundred  horses  in  her  stable, 
Fifty  covers  at  her  table, 
Choicest  fruit  and  rarest  wine, 
"Whene'er  her  majesty  shall  dine; 
And  when  to  ride  she  hath  a  mind, 
A  guard  of  honor  march  behind. 

.Dand.  Then  'tis  time  to  tell  you,  plainly. 

For  all  this  she  must  hope  vainly ; 
Horses,  wine,  and  sumptuous  table 
To  afford  her  I'm  not  able. 
To  great  folks,  sir,  I've  no  call. 
But  keep  with  servants  in  the  hall. 

Baron.  Are  you  serious  ? 

Dand.  The  farce  is  o'er,  sir  ? 

Baron.  All  has  been,  then — 

Dand.  A  jest;  no  more,  sir. 


Scene  II.] 


CINDERELLA. 


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All  my  grandeur's  but  a  joke, 
And  my  princedom  ends  in  smoke ; 
For  the  real  Prince  arriving, 
Of  the  mask  my  face  depriving, 
Lays  me  under  the  obligation 
To  resume  my  situation. 
I'm  a  valet,  sir,  by  station, 
Brushing  clothes  my  occupation  ; 
Of  the  wardrobe  I  take  care, 
Shave  my  master  and  dress  his  hair, 
Barm.  Shave  his  master  and  dress  his  hair  ! 

t^^ON      L.  H. ;  Dandini  E.  H. 

\_End  of  Scene  the  First.} 


SCENE  THE  SECOND. 

The  Kitchen.    Cinderella  discovered. 

Cind.  The  image  of  that  stranger  seems  always  before  me ;  how  kind  his  looks ! 
I'm  sure  the  Prince  that  I  saw  afterwards  was  nothing  to  compare  to  him.  Ah, 
me !  I  wish  I  could  see  him  again.  My  sisters  are  now  enjoying  themselves, 
while  I  am  not  allowed  to  share  in  the  smallest  pleasure,  but  am  left,  after  toiling 
hard  every  day,  to  pass  my  nights  in  solitude  and  sorrow. 

\_Enter  Pedro  L.  H.] 

Fed.  Well,  Miss  Cinderella,  you  are  as  solitary  as  an  old  hermit.  Those 
amiable  sisters  of  yours  are  off  to  the  Prince's  ball.  I  hope  they  won't  keep  us 
up  all  night.  I've  done  all  my  work,  miss ;  and  now,  if  you'll  give  me  leave,  I'll 
do  yours  also. 

Cind.  I  thank  you,  Pedro ;  you  are  ever  good-natured,  but  I  will  finish  my  task 
myself. 

Ped.  Why,  you're  scarcely  able.  Here  have  you  been  on  your  legs  ever  since 
five  o'clock  this  morning — 

Cind.  I  am  accustomed  to  that  every  morning. 

Ped.  Whilst  your  lady  sisters  never  get  up  before  eleven  or  twelve. 

Cind.  My  father  says  that  sleep  is  necessary  for  their  health. 

Ped.  Well,  it's  pretty  treatment,  and  for  what  reason,  I  should  like  to  know? 
Is  it  because  you're  of  the  second  bed  ?  What  then  ?  Wasn't  nature  nature  in  both 
cases  ?  It's  barbarous  usage,  I  say,  though  you  do  bear  it  like  a  holy  martyr.  You 
are  moping  here  in  the  kitchen ;  your  sisters  are  gone  to  jig  it  at  the  Prince's  grand 
ball.    Oh,  I  wish  they  may  both  get  the  cramp  in  their  legs  the  very  first  dance. 

Cind.  That's  a  wicked  wish,  Pedro. 

Ped.  I  can't  help  it ;  I  love  your  little  finger  better  than  their  two  bodies,  and 
I  can't  understand  why  your  father  

Cind,  My  sisters  have  often  told  nie  that  my  father  conceived  a  dislike  against 
me  in  my  childhood  for  my  ugliness. 

Ped.  Ugliness!  Why,  doesn't  everybody  know  that  the  uglier  you  are  when 
young  the  prettier  you  are  when  you  grow  up  ?  Why,  no  one  would  believe  it 
now,  but  at  two  years  old  I  was  quite  a  fright.  I'm  sure  your  sisters  must  have 
been  born  precious  handsome.  They  are  a  couple  of  Algerine  barbarians.  Didn't 
they  make  you  change  your  own  pretty  name  of  Angelina  into  Cinderella,  after 
being  themselves  the  cause  of  keeping  you  among  the  cinders?  But  never  mind ; 
bear  what  name  you  will,  you're  an  honor  and  an  ornament  to  it.  It  will  be  a 
famous  name  yet.  Gad !  I  wish  I  had  the  christening  of  them ;  I'd  give  them  an 
ella;  I'd  call  one  of  'em  Vixenella  and  the  other  Spitfirella. 

Cind.  Pray,  Pedro,  did  you  hear  who  that  was  that  came  here  before  the  Prince? 


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[Act  II. 


Fed.  No,  but  I  believe  he  was  somebody,  for  he  didn't  look  nobody. 
Oind.  Can  you  keej)  a  secret,  Pedro  ? 

Fed.  Not  if  you  tell  it  me;  ]'m  like  a  woman;  I  only  conceal  what  I  don't 
know ;  and  the  only  secret  I  should  care  to  know  is  when  shall  we  be  happier. 

{A  label  L,  IT.  shown  the  words — "  Thy  woes  shall  soon  end.") 

Cind.  Ha !  (reads.)  "  Thy  woes  shall  soon  end." 

Fedro.  Will  they?  but  1  should  like  to  see  yours  end  at  the  same  time.  I  don't 
know,  but  I  may  do  something  desperate  for  us  both  yet,  and  if  I  get  hanged 
for  it   (TJie  label  changes.) 

Cind.  (reads.)  "  Thou' It  meet  thyjnst  reward." 

Fed.  I  am  much  obliged  to  you,  I'm  sure. 

Cind.  Am  I  awake  ? 

Fed.  I  should  think  not. 

Cind.  Pedro,  do  you  see  anything  there? 

Fed.  Come  now,  no  tricks;  it's  not  the  first  time  I  have  been  alone  with  a 
woman ;  I  know  now  what  it  is ;  it's  only  a  jocular  description  caused  by  the  light 
of  the  fa-e.  I'll  just  poke  it  up  a  little,  and  you'll  see  it  will  absolve  the  whole 
mystery.  ^  ,      '     '  v 

17.      ,f  *^  "I       CHORUS.— Without. 

'■•  ■<,'  :  '')  v'J  ■  Cease,  Cinderella, 

Cease  to  grieve  thee  ; 
For,  come  to  relieve  thee, 
Thy  friends  are  nigh. 

(Fedro  retreats  as  Fairy  Queen  enters  from  fire-place.) 

Queen.  Bless,  thee,  my  god-child ! 

Cind.  Ah !  godmother,  how  did  you  come  in  ? 

Fed,  (aside.)  By  a  door  of  her  own  making. 

Queen.  Pedro,  is  this  the  welcome  you  give  your  favorite's  godmother? 
Fed.  I'm  very  glad  to  see  you,  granny.    I  wonder  if  she  knows  it's  a  lie? 
Queen.  But,  godchild,  thine  eyes  look  red,  as  though  thou  had'st  been  weeping. 
Come,  what  is  thy  sorrow? 

Cind.  I  am  very  miserable ;  I  wish  I  could  

Queen.  Thou  wisliest  thou  could' st  go  to  the  Prince's  ball.    Is  it  not  so? 

Cind.  Y-e-s  

Fedro.  Eh? 

Queen.  Well,  be  a  good  girl,  and  I  will  contrive  that  thou  shalt  go. 
Fed.  1  hope  she's  not  going  to  play  off  any  of  her  devil's  tricks. 
Cind.  Nay,  godmother,  if  you  can  do  that,  you  must  surely  be  a  witch. 
Fed.  (aside.)  That's  a  plumper. 

Queen.  Nay,  child,  that  is  an  uncouth  word ;  I  am  somewhat  more — a  fairy. 
But,  come,  let  us  haste ;  time  is  flying  fast,  and  the  ball  will  soon  begin.  Pedro — 
Fed.  Eh!  ^ 

Queen.  Run  into  the  garden,  and  fetch  me  a  pumpkin. 
Fed.  A  what? 
Queen.  Obey  me. 

Fed.  Vm  gone.  ^   ^     [Exit  L.  H. 

Queen.  Thou  wilt  wonder  at  tliy  godmothei-'s  power,  but  it  is  only  on  rare 
occasions,  and  for  the  good,  that  I  display  my  magic  skill. 

[Enter  Pedro  with  a  pumpkin,  L.] 

Fed.  Well,  I  wonder  what  a  pumpkin  has  to  do  with  her  going  to  the  ball  ? 
Queen.  Lay  it  on  the  dresser ;  that  pumpkin  shall  become  a  coach  for  thy  mis- 
tress. 

Fed.  Well,  what  if  it  does?    What  is  a  coach  without  horses? 
Queen.  Horses  shall  not  be  wanting ;  the  tiny  prisoners  in  yonder  mouse-trap 
will  form  noble  steeds,  and  be  glad  of  their  liberty  in  any  shape. 


Scene  II.] 


CINDEEELLA. 


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Fed.  Wliat !  make  liorses  of  the  mice  ?  Ha !  ha !  what  an  elegant  turn-out  it 
will  be! 

Cind.  But,  godmother,  horses  can't  go  by  themselves.  What  must  we  do  for  a 
coachman  ? 

Fed.  I  have  it !    Since  you  are  going  to  transmogrify  the  mice  into  horses,  I'll 
go  and  see  if  there's  a  rat  in  the  trap :  you  may  make  a  coachman  of  him. 
Queen.  Thou  art  in  the  right ;  go  and  look. 

{Fedro  gets  rat-trap  from  R.  H.  U.  E.) 

Fed.  Here  he  is;  he'll  make  a  jolly  coachman — such  whiskers!  He  hasn't  been 
shaved  since  he  was  born. 

Queen.  And,  hark  ye,  fetch  hither  the  two  garden-pots,  wherein  there  are  just 
now  two  lizards :  they  shall  serve  for  footmen. 

Fed.  In  a  nice  green  livery.  \_Exit  R. 

Queen.  Thou  shalt  this  night  repay  all  thy  sisters'  ill  to  thee. 

Cind.  Nay,  godmother,  I  don't  wish  that;  I  should  be  sorry  to  see  them 
grieved. 

Queen.  What!  canst  thou  forgive  them?  Excellent  heart !  thou  art  gooduess 
itself. 

\_I}ater  Pedko  E.  H.,  with  garden-pots. '\ 

Fed.  Here  they  are !  and  perhaps  with  your  help,  granny,  they'll  make  smart 
lacqueys. 

Queen.  Thou'rt  a  good  judge,  Pedro. 

Fed.  Ha!  ha!  ha!  what  a  deal  of  pudding  and  cheese  they  must  have  stolen! 
Your  humble  servant,  gentlemen ;  you  won't  turn  me  out  of  my  place,  I  hope. 

Queen.  Well,  Cinderella,  are  not  these  servants  fit  to  attend  thee  to  the  ball? 

Cind.  Oh,  nothing  can  be  better ;  but,  ah !  godmother,  must  I  go  thither  as  I 
am,  in  these  shabby  old  clothes? 

Queen.  That,  too,  shall  be  remedied.    Disappear  and.  appear. 

{Her  own  and  Cinderella^ s  clothes  change.) 

Fed.  Eh!  what!  no — yes,  it  is!  Oh,  beautiful  mistress!  Oh,  you  good  old  soul! 
La !  I  wish  I  had  such  a  godmother ! 

Queen.  Thou  shalt  not  be  forgotten,  Pedro.  First,  with  these  magic  glass 
slippers  adorn  thy  lady's  feet. 

Fed.  There,  and  now,  dear  lady,  you'll  travel  like  a  princess,  and  have  grand 
servants  to  attend  you,  but  none  that  loves  you  half  so  well  as  poor,  humble 
Pedro. 

Queen.  Thy  honesty  and  goodness  shall  win  thee  a  pleasing  office — the  attend- 
ant of  thy  beloved  mistress.  Do  thou  go  with  her,  and  in  befitting  garments 
appear  a  lofty  lord.  {His  dress  changes.) 

Fed.  I  feel  a  lord  all  over. 

Queen.  But  now  to  complete  my  work,  and  fulfill  my  promise.  Pedro,  look  into 
the  mouse-trap,  and  see  if  you  find  not  mice. 

Fed.  Here  it  is,  granny,  and,  sure  enough,  two  little  mice  are  in  it, — pretty 
creatures ! 

Queen.  Let  them  run  out. 

Fed.  What! 

Queen.  Obey  me. 

Fed.  Here  goes,  but  take  care  of  your  legs.  (Music.   Change  takes  place.) 

Oh,  wonderful  godmother !  wonderful  mice !  and  wonderful  pumpkin !  I  wish  I 
had  such  a  crutch;  it  should  never  be  idle. 

Queen.  And  now  a  train  shall  attend  the  daughter  of  my  love,  such  as  no  other 
mortal  can  boast  of.  Behold! 

[Chord.    She  waves,  and  the  scene  discovers  exterior  of  Prince's  palace  at  a  dis- 
tance by  moonlight.    Sylphs  and  Fairies  enter  and  surround  chariot."] 

Cind.  Ha!  what  change  pervades  my  frame!  I  feel  a  new  existence;  I  am  no 
longer  the  same.    Hence,  to  my  chariot  I 


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CINDERELLA. 


[Act  II. 


Queen.  Stay, — one  last  injunction  to  thee,  and  no  more,  but  observe  it  well,  or 
beware  the  conBequence.  Pedro,  attend  thou  likewise  to  niy  words,  as  thou  art 
lier  guardian  knight.  Before  the  midnight  hour  shall  strike,  Cinderella,  be  sure 
thou  art  returned,  as  thou  dost  value  my  future  friendship. 

Cind.  Before  midnight? 

Queen.  Aye,  before  midnight!  Forget  my  commands,  and  the  hour  once  struck, 
thy  finery  shall  change  to  thine  old  rags  again,  thy  rich  attendants  vanish,  and 
thy  chariot,  coachman,  and  footmen,  retake  their  original  forms ! 

Cind.  Oh,  what  a  sight  we  should  be  then  1 

Queen.  Remember! 

Oind.  Oh,  fear  me  not ;  though  every  temptation  surround  my  delighted  steps, 
I  will  not  forget  thy  words!    Oh,  I  am  wild  with  joy! 

FINALE. 

Cind.  Delightful  hour  of  rapture ! 

With  wildest  joy  this  bounding  heart 
Now  is  beating  fast, — 
Oh,  happy  Cinderella ! 
Let  fear  and  doubt  depart. 
Fairies.  Go,  then,  and  joy  reward  thee ; 

Thy  friends,  we  still  will  guard  thee ; 
But  mark,  our  will  obey, 
Or  the  forfeit  thou  shalt  pay, — 
Cinderella,  twelve's  the  hour! 
Cind.  Your  will  I'll  still  obey, 

Your  words  shall  guide  my  wayj 
I'll  not  forget  the  hour, 
JTor  mock  the  Fairies'  power. 
Good  night ! 

[End  of  Act  the  Second.] 


Act  the  Third. 

SCENE  >THE  FIEST. 

A  richly-decorated  BalWoom  in  the  Pkince's  Palace. 
[Prince  and  Visitors  discovered.'] 

^'1'  CHORUS. 

In  light  tripping  measure, 
Surrounded  by  pleasure, 
We  count  the  gay  hours 

That  so  hastily  fly ; 
Hence  care  and  sorrow  ! 

Dare  not  come  nigh. 

Prince,  {coming  forward.)  It  is  in  vain  I  look  in  every  face;  though  many  are 
fair,  and  many  beautiful,  yet  the  bright  semblance  of  the  loveliest  vision  mortal 
e'er  was  blessed  with  meets  not  my  anxious  eyes!  The  hated  period  my  soul 
shrinks  from  in  disgust  is  fast  approaching,  yet  cannot  I  behold  the  woman  that 
my  heart  can  incline  to.  All  are  panting  for  the  Prince's  crown ;  they  seek  not 
a  husband's  heart. 

Baron,  {advancing.)  Noble  Prince,  shall  the  dance  proceed? 

Prince.  Let  it  proceed.  {Goes  up  to  throne  with  Alidoro.) 

Baron,  {aside.)  His  highness  looks  melancholy — one  of  my  daughters  is  cer- 
tainly in  his  head.    Ho!  on  with  the  dance! 


Scene  I.] 


CINDEEELLA. 


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[A  trumpet  sounds,  and  a  Page,  entering,  approaches  throne  and  kneek.} 

Page.  Gracious  Prince!  a  beauteous  princess,  whose  name  we  know  not,  has 
just  arrived.  [Exit  L.  U.  E.  arch.) 

Prince.  My  Lord  Baron,  marshal  the  royal  stranger  to  our  presence. 
Clor.  {to  Thisbe.)  A  princess !  without  a  name !   Who  can  she  be  ? 
This.  Another  rival !    I  hope  she's  ugly. 

[Music.  The  Prince  descends,  advances  a  little  towards  R.  C,  ivhen,  hearing  a  few 
bars  of  the  well-remembered  air,  he  starts,  and  exclaims  with  sudden  emotion, 
during  the  music :  "  Those  sounds  !  those  magic  sounds  !"  The  car  of  Cinde- 
KELLA  has  advanced  fully  under  the  portico — Prince  rises,  takes  her  hand,  and 
brings  her  forward.'] 

Prince.  Oh,  rapture  1  Fate  has  now  blessed  me,  and  my  contented  soul  images 
greater  bliss. 

Cind.  {aside.)  Can  I  believe  mine  eyes?  He  the  Prince!  Delightful  moment! 
Alid.  {advancing  L.)  How  beautiful  a  form ! 

Baron.  Do  you  think  so?  Well,  I  really  don't  see  anything  so  particular 
in  it. 

Prince,  {to  Cinderella.)  Will  not  that  envious  veil  fully  removed  permit  my 
eyes  to  feast  upon  your  beauty?  {Attempts  to  remove  veil.    She  refuses.) 

Clor.  {to  Thisbe.)  Her  face  can't  be  any  great  things,  or  she  wouldn't  hide  it. 
Prince.  Oh,  disperse  that  shady  cloud,  that  seems  jealous  of  my  happiness! 

DUET. 

Prince.  Let  thine  eyes  on  mine,  mildly  beaming, 

"With  soft  bliss  this  bosom  swell. 
Cind.  'Midst  flattering  hopes,  now  sweetly  dreaming, 

I  fear  to  wake  and  break  the  spell. 
Both.  When  love's  magic  light  is  beaming, 

Its  bright  rays  all  clouds  dispel. 

Prince.  I  never  loved  till  now. 

Cind.  Dear  confession !  my  heart  is  agitated.    I  cannot  speak  to  him. 
Baron,  {aside  to  Clorinda.)  Don't  be  uneasy,  my  dears ;  she  is  not  at  all  like 
you. 

Prince.  Will  you  permit  me,  lovely  princess  

Cind.  {aside.)  Princess! 
Prince.  To  ask  your  name. 

Cind.  Oh,  dear !  I  forgot  to  ask  the  Fairy  my  name ! 

Prince.  Silent !    Oh !  say,  what  nation  is  so  blessed  as  to  receive  your  laws  ? 
Still  silent!    Nay,  tell  me  but  in  which  kingdom  stands  your  throne? 
Cind.  If  he  but  knew  what  an  humble  throne  mine  is ! 

Prince.  Still  dumb !  Incomparable  woman !  your  matchless  qualities  enhance 
your  unequaled  charms!  Oh,  let  my  daring  hand  remove  the  darkness  that 
wrongs  your  beauty. 

^    Cind.  {resisting.)  My  veil  but  tempers  the  brightness  of  your  court. 
Prince.  Eefuse  me  no  longer,  but  end  my  torture! 

{Baises  her  veil — stands  enraptured.) 

Clor.  {to  Thisbe.)  Why,  bless  my  heart !  did  you  ever  see  ? 
This.  What  a  likeness ! 

Baron,  {aside.)  Now,  if  I  wasn't  sure  that  it  isn't,  I  should  think  that  it  was 
Cinderella, — the  likeness  is  so  striking  that  it  almost  knocks  me  down. 

Cind.  There  they  are,  but  they  cannot  recognize  me.  Let  me  resume  my  con- 
fidence.   Noble  Prince,  who  are  those  amiable  ladies? 

Baron.  My  amiable  daughters. 

Cind.  Goodness  and  beauty  embellish  their  features.  May  I  be  permitted  to 
embrace  them? 

Baron.  Oh,  Princess,  you  do  them  honor ! 


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[Act  III. 


Cind.  {crosses  to  sisters.)  I  feel  my  heart  would  willingly  gain  your  affection. 

Clor.  Your  highness'  kind  favor  to  us,  strangers  aB  we  are  

Cind.  Nay,  I  have  known  you  long — by  report.  "Will  you  accept  my  friend- 
ship? 

Clor.  AVc  shall  esteem  ourselves  but  too  happy. 
This.  Delighted! 

Cind.  Permit  me  to  offer  you  these  trifling  marks  of  my  partiality,  which  I 
hope  will  become  mutual  and  never  cease. 

{Gives  diamond  necklace  to  Clorinda,  and 'pearl  one  to  Thisbe.) 

Clor  Diamonds! 
This.  Pearls! 

Baron.  Generous  Princess! 
Cind.  My  Lord  Baron,  have  you  other  children? 
Baron.  No,  your  highness ;  fate  has  only  allowed  me  two ! 
Cind.  Then  receive  for  yourself  this  respectful  token.  ( Gives  him  ring.) 

Baron.  Ah,  lady,  what  a  noble  heart  is  yours !  How  proud  must  be  the  father 
who  has  the  honor  to  call  you  his ! 

Cind.  You  are  mistaken !    Alas !  my  father  disowns  me ! 
Baron.  Disowns  you — what  a  brute ! 

Prince.  Princess,  permit  me  thus  to  offer  my  homage,  and  attend  you.  On  with 
the  feast ! 

(Pas  de  Soldats.) 

[Enter  Pedro  L.  H.] 

Fed.  It's  running  on  to  twelve.  I  wish  I  could  get  home.  I  have  been  so  agree- 
ably employed  among  the  eatables  and  drinkables  that  I  had  no  idea  of  the  time, 
passing  so  fast.  Oh,  dear !  if  she  should  have  forgotten,  there'll  be  a  pretty  ex- 
posure for  both  of  us.    I  must  make  her  see  me.    Ahem ! 

Prince.  What  nobleman  is  that? 

Ped.  Nobleman !    What  a  sensible  Prince ! 

Cind.  'Tis  one  of  my  suit,  Prince, — a  worthy  friend  deserving  of  my  trust. 
What  would  you,  Pedro? 

Ped.  The  pumpkin,  the  rats,  the  lizards  

Cind.  Nay,  good  fellow,  only  a  minute  or  two  longer,  and  I'll  depart.  I  do 
not  forget. 

Ped.  I  hope  you  don't,  for  if  you  should,  they'll  never  forget  us. 
Prince.  Seeks  he  aught  of  importance? 
Cind.  Only  a  partner  in  the  dance. 

Prince.  I  will  provide  him.  Gentle  Clorinda,  accept  this  noble  stranger  from 
our  hand  a  partner  in  the  dance.    Another  mazy  round,  and  then  for  the 

banquet ! 

[A  general  dance  ensues,  during  which  clock  strikes  twelve — the  dresses  of  Cinde- 
rella and  Pedro  change.  Confusion — Cinderella  runs  out — Pedro  is 
expelled.'} 

Prince.  Break  up  the  dance! — give  over.  Half  the  wealth  of  my  kingdom 
shall  be  his  who  finds  the  owner  of  this  little  glass  slipper. 

{Dance  ceases — all  group  around  Prince.) 

Speak,  do  any  of  you  know  her?  saw  you  where  she  went  to?  Silent! 
Baron.  Gracious !  Prince,  I  believe  

Prince,  {impetuously.)  Ah,  speak !  tell  me,  and  be  my  friend  for  ever. 
Baron.  I  believe,  then,  my  gracious  Prince — nay,  I  am  almost  sure,  or  rather  I 
suspect — that  nobody  knows  anything  about  her. 

Prince.  Prating  fool !  away !    Oh,  I  shall  go  distracted ! 


\_End  of  Scene  the  First.'] 


Scene  II.— III.] 


CINDEKELLA. 


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SCENE  THE  SECOND 

A  Street. 

lEnter  Pedro,  running  L.  H.] 

Ped.  Stop,  stop,  stop !  The  pumpkin  runs  like  a  race-horse.  Here's  a  go ! 
The  coach  re-turned  to  a  pumpkin,  and  the  horses,  footmen  and  drivers  again  be- 
come dandy  vermin  with  long  whiskers !  Oh,  granny,  granny !  here's  alteration 
and  consternation,  with  a  vengeance !  I,  who  was  lately  a  great  lord,  am  now  a 
poor  footman,  and  instead  of  riding  home  in  a  splendid  chariot  cheek  by  jowl 
with  a  baroness  at  least,  must  foot  it  home  every  inch,  knee-deep  in  mud.  There 
goes  the  pumpkin  round  the  corner  like  the  wind.  Stop  it,  granny !  stop  it ! 
stop  it !  [Exit  E.  H. 

\_End  of  Scene  the  Seeond.l 


SCENE  THE  THIRD. 

Tlie  Kitchen.    The  rat  and  mouse-traps  are  again  in  their  places. 

\_Enter  Pedko,  running  L.  after  pumpkin,  which  rolls  on  before  him.'} 

JPed.  Well,  here  we  are  again,  and  a  pretty  business  we  have  made  of  it ! 

[Enter  Cinderella  L.  H.] 

Gad !  but  the  fairy  kept  her  word  with  us,  though  we  were  not  so  particular  with 

her.    Our  companions,  too,  were  more  punctual,  for  I  see  coaches  and  ponies  are 

all  snugly  at  home  again  before  us.    Well,  one  good  turn  deserves  another.    I  % 

ran  before  the  coach  all  the  way  there,  and  the  coach  ran  before  me  all  the  way 

back. 

Oind.  My  happiness  made  me  forget  my  duty. 

Ped.  It  can't  be  helped  now.    We  shall  remember  twelve  o'clock  when  it  strikes 
again. 

Cind.  'Tis  well  that  our  misfortune  has  not  been  greater. 

Ped.  Why,  I  don't  know  how  it  well  could,  except  we  had  been  turned  into  a 
couple  of  rabbits  and  caught  for  supper.  And  have  you,  too,  lost  all  your  finery. 
Miss  Cinderella,  at  the  ball?  Eh?  why,  I  declare — no — one  of  your  little  glass- 
slippers  has  stuck  to  you  ? 

Cind.  Is  it  possible  ? 

Ped.  How  comes  the  other  is  gone  ? 

Cind.  Now,  I  remember,  I  tripped  in  my  haste,  and  it  fell  off  in  the  ball-room. 
Ped.  How  unfortunate !    We  shall  never  get  one  to  match  it  now ! 
Cind.  Ah,  all  my  good  fortune  is  for  ever  lost. 

Ped.  No,  no,  dear  lady ;  it's  only  the  slipper  that's  lost.  I  wish  the  fairy  would 
turn  me  into  one  for  your  pretty  foot.  I'm  not  very  big  as  it  is,  and  I'm  sure  I 
should  fit  your  foot.  However,  I  advise  you  to  take  that  one  off  before  your  father 
and  sisters  come  home,  though  I  suppose  they  intend  to  make  a  night  of  it  all 
day  long,  for  'tis  morning  already.  Pray,  Miss  Cinderella,  how  did  you  find  your 
way  home? 

Cind.  I  scarcely  know.   The  way  seemed  to  me  as  though  it  would  never  end. 

Ped.  That's  exactly  the  way  it  seemed  to  me,  though  I'm  sure  I  ran  as  fast  as 
any  rat  of  'em  all.  I  got  out  just  in  time  to  see  the  pumpkin  turning  a  corner, 
and  after  it  I  ran  like  mad.  Oh,  if  the  dear,  good  Mry  would  but  patronize  us 
once  more !  I'll  just  blow  the  fire  once  more ;  perhaps  she  may  favor  us  by  drop- 
ping down  the  chimney.  {Sings.) 
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CINDEBELLA. 


[Act  hi. 


Morning  is  dawning  brightly,  love; 

Then  prithee  come  down  down,  come  down. 

No,  slie  won't  come  down. 

Baron.  Pedro!  ) 

Clor,  Pedro  1  Cinderella!        \  {OnL.  H.) 

T/m.  Cinderella!  j 

Fed.  There  they  are.  Let  me  run  up  stairs  to  them.  I  dare  say  we  shall  have 
a  fine  account  of  ourselves.  [^Exit  L.  H. 

Cind.  Yes,  I  will  preserve  this  token.    {Puts  slipper  into  her  bosom.) 
Clor.  Cinderella,  I  say ! 
This.  Cinderella,  come  here  I 

Cind.  I  must  go  to  them  — — .  Perhaps  I  may  hear  whether  the  Prince  of  my 
heart  was  pained  by  my  flight,  or  whether  my  disobedience  has  also  robbed  me  of 
his  remembrance.  [Exit  L.  H. 

[End  of  Scene  the  Third."] 


■  SCENE  THE  FOURTH. 

An  Apartment  in  the  Barents  house. 

[Enter  Baeok,  Clorinda,  Thisbe  and  Pedeo.] 

Baron.  What's  the  reason,  sirrah,  you  were  not  ready  to  receive  us  ?  'Tis  not 
so  early  but  you  might  have  risen  three  hours  ago  and  watched  for  us. 

Fed.  I  have  risen  all  day,  master,  for  I  never  laid  down ;  neither  I  nor  Miss 
Cinderella. 

Clor.  Miss,  indeed! 

Ped.  I  can  never  call  her  anything  else,  miss ! 
Clor.  Go  and  call  miss,  then. 

Ped.  Poor  soul !  she  hasn't  stirred  from  the  chimney  corner  all  night,  no  more 
than  myself.    Hope  you  enjoyed  yourself  at  the  ball,  Baron? 
Baron.  What's  that  to  you,  you  inquisitive  rascal  ? 

Ped.  I  should  have  thought  it  likely  from  all  the  capers  you  practised  yes- 
terday. 

Baron.  Begone,  you  impudent  dog!  or  my  cane  shall  practise  a  caper  upon 
your  head !    Get  out,  you  ugly  varlet,  or  I  shall  lose  my  patience. 

Ped.  Don't  do  that,  sir ;  you've  so  little  it  would  be  a  pity  to  part  with  it. 

Qor.  The  Baron  shall  part  with  you,  though,  and  a  good  riddance  we  shall  all 
have  of  you.    Begone,  and  call  Cinderella.    Oh !  here  she  comes. 

[Enter  Cinderella  L.  H.] 

Ped.  My  dear  young  lady,  find  out  if  they  smoked  the  rats  and  the  pumpkins. 

[Exit  L.  H. 

Clor.  So,  you're  there ;  I  think  you  might  have  kept  awake,  forsooth,  till  our 
return. 

Cind.  It's  no  wonder  I  should  tire,  considering  how  long  you  have  been. 
I  This.  Ah,  if  you  had  been  at  the  ball,  you  Avould  have  been  as  little  tired  as 
we  are.   Oh,  we  have  had  a  gay  time  of  it.    There  came  thither  the  finest 
princess — the  most  beautiful  ever  seen  with  mortal  eyes. 

Cind.  A  princess ! 

This.  Yes,  and  she  was  so  taken  with  us  that  she  showed  us  a  thousand  civilities. 
Cind.  And  pray,  sisters,  what  was  the  name  of  this  princess — I  mean — Miss 
Thisbe? 

This.  That  nobody  knows ;  and  what's  more,  she  left  the  palace  immediately 
the  clock  struck  twelve. 
Cind.  Indeed! 


Scene  IV.] 


CINDEEELLA. 


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Baron.  And  what  is  quite  singular,  my  dears,  it  seems  that  the  guards  at  the 
palace  gates  said  nobody  had  gone  out  but  a  young  girl,  who  looked  more  like  a 
poor  country  wench  than  a  gentlewoman. 

This.  The  only  trace  they  found  of  her  was  a  little  glass  slipper,  which  she  let 
fall  as  she  hastened  away. 

Oind.  A  glass  slipper  ? 

This.  It  is  the  prettiest  little  thing — one  would  suppose  it  had  been  worked  by 
the  hand  of  a  fairy. 

\_Enter  Pedro,  hastily,  with  'payer  L.] 

Fed.  Oh,  such  news !  such  news !  wonderful  news ! 
Clor.  Is  the  Prince  come  again  ? 

Ped.  No,  not  the  Prince  exactly,  but  a  royal  post,  and  he  has  brought  us  this 
copy  of  a  royal  proclamation,  which  he  says  is  now  being  proclaimed  through 
the  city  by  sound  of  trumpet. 

All.  A  proclamation  I 

Baron.  Let  me  see  it.    {Tahes  paper.) 

This.  No,  papa,  let  me.    {Snatches  it.) 

Clor.  I'm  the  eldest,  miss,  and  must  see  it  first.    (Snatches  it.) 

This.  Not  before  me.    {Snatches  it ;  tears  it  in  half,  holding  wp  a  piece.)    There ! 

Clor.  {holding  up  her  piece.)  There ! 

Ped.  Then  there's  a  proclamation  apiece,  now ! 

Baron.  How  now,  girls  ?  By  the  beards  of  my  ancestors  I've  a  great  mind  to 
grow  in  a  passion. 

Clor.  Well  there,  sir,  you  shall  read  it  first.    (Gives  her  piece.) 
This,  (giving  hers.)  Yes,  there,  sir ! 

Baron.  Eead  it  first.    How  the  devil  am  I  to  read  it  at  all  now  ?    (Puts  paper 
together.)    Stay !  that's  it. 
Ped.  Now  for  it! 

Baron,  (reads.)  "  Proclamation  by  supreme  command." 
Ped.  Just  what  the  royal  post  said. 

Baron.  Hold  your  piece,  sirrah !  "  We,  Felix,  the  first  ruler  of  this  principality, 
do  hereby  make  known  that  we  will  take  to  wife  and  share  our  heart  and  throne  ivith 
her  whom  the  glassy  slipper  found  at  our  last  night's  ball  shall  fit." 

Ped.  (looking  at  Cinderella.)  Eh ! 

Baron,  (reads.)  "  Felix,  Felix  Princeps.  Given  under  our  royal  seal  at  our 
[:>alace." 

Clor.  (interrupting.)  Marry  her  whom  the  slipper  will  fit?  (Looks  at  her  foot.) 
Let's  go  back  directly,  sir. 

This.  Oh,  yes,  yes;  let's  go  back,  papa. 

Cind.  (aside,  with  emotion.)  Have  I  heard  rightly  ? 

This.  I'm  perfectly  sure  it  will  fit  me,  if  a  pretty  foot  is  to  carry  it. 

Ped.  There  must  be  nice  paring  of  nails  if  it  does. 

Clor.  Which  is  my  smallest  foot,  Pedro? 

Ped.  Why,  that's  rather  a  puzzling  question,  miss,  for  I  don't  think  one's  smaller 
than  the  other ;  they're  both  a  nice  size. 

Clor.  You  think,  then,  I  shall  get  the  slipper  on? 

Ped.  I  think  that  if  you  try,  miss,  you'll  be  very  likely  to  put  your  foot  in  it. 
Cind.  Oh,  sir,  may  I  not  be  permitted  to  go  with  you  this  time  ? 
Baron.  You  ?  the  girl  is  mad ! 

Clor.  You?  ha,  ha!  what  insolence!  Perhaps  you  would  like  to  try  the  slip- 
per on  too  ? 

This.  I  wonder  what  people  would  think  if  they  were  to  see  such  a  creature  as 
you  with  us  ? 

Cind.  I  would  tell  them  I  was  your  servant,  and  it  would  be  but  the  truth. 
Baron.  I'm  thinking,  if  this  curious  trial  should  prove  of  no  avail,  what  the 
Prince  will  do. 
Ped.  Perhaps  in  that  case  he'll  marry  the  slipper. 


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[Act  in. 


Baron.  Come,  let  m  make  haste  back  to  the  palace !  I'm  quite  sure  one  of  you 
Avill  be  queen ;  I  didn't  dream  I  was  an  ass  for  nothing. 
Clor.  Good-bye,  Cinderella,  princess.    Ha!  hal  ha! 
This.  Adieu !  your  highness !    Ha !  ha !  ha ! 

[Exeunt  Baron,  Clorinda  and  Tiiisbe  L.  H. 

Ped.  Hish,  hish,  hish !    Devil  take  your  sneers  I 
Cind.  Well,  Pedro,  must  I  stay  behind  them  ? 

Fed.  Stay  behind  them?  Not  a  minute!  If  you're  behind  any  one,  it  shall 
be  me,  for  I'll  put  a  pillion  on  the  blind  mare  and  we'll  trot  away  after  them. 

Cind.  Ah,  Pedro !  but  this  mean  dress,  this  wretched  appearance  

Fed.  It  don't  matter  for  your  dress.  All  that  is  wanted  is  the  length  of  your 
foot. 

Cind.  But  I  shall  be  refused  a  trial. 

Fed.  Not  when  they  look  in  your  face.  Only  give  them  a  smile  and  point  out 
your  toe,  and  you're  sure  to  kick  down  all  objections ;  besides,  I'll  announce  you 
myself— that  I  will. 

Cind.  Well,  Pedro,  I  will  venture,  and  if  the  fairy  disappoints  my  hopes,  I  can 
but  die. 

Fed.  Die !  If  ever  I  saw  you  do  such  a  foolish  thing,  I'd  never  forgive  you ! 
Did!  die!  indeed-!  Mind  my  prophetic  words:  You'll  live  to  be  a  princess 
renounced  in  universal  history-books — such  a  princess  as  thou  never  was  before 
and  never  will  be  after.  But,  come  along ;  put  your  shoe  in  your  pocket  and  let 
us  go.    I'll  put  the  pillion  on  the  blind  mare.  [Exeunt  L.  H. 

[End  of  Scene  the  Third."] 


SCENE  THE  FIFTH. 

A  Hall  in  the  Prince's  Palace. 

[Prince  discovered  seated  R. — Ladies,  gentlemen,  pages,  &c.,  anxiously  watching  the 
trial — Alidoro,  Dandini,  &c.] 

Frince.  My  heart  is  lightened  of  half  its  fears.  Though  I  have  taken  this  way 
to  discover,  if  possible,  the  lovely  owner  of  this  curious  toy,  it  were  a  cruel  tor- 
ture to  my  heart  if  chance  destroyed  my  hopes. 

[Enter  Page  L.  H.] 

Fage.  The  Baron  and  ladies  of  Pumpolino  are  in  the  antechamber. 
Frince.  Admit  them. 

[Exit  Page. 

I  dread  the  trial,  lest  vanity  and  insolence  should  claim  my  hand. 

[Enter  Baron,  Clorinda,  and  Thisbe.] 

Baron  and  ladies,  well  are  ye  come.  The  trial  is  in  our  own  presence;  you, 
Baron,  may  superintend  your  daughters,  by  our  leave. 

Baron.  Gracious  Prince !  that  is  a  most  flattering  and  considerate  indulgence. 

This,  (simpering.)  Sweet  Prince,  if  fated  by  fortune  my  foot  should  fit  ^ 

Clor.  Your  foot,  sister?  Your  foot  is  like  a  .  (Crosses  to  Frince.)  'Tis  for 

me,  I've  no  doubt.  Prince,  the  honor  is  reserved. 

Frince,  (coldly.)  The  event  will  show,  madam. 

Baron.  Now,  daughters! 

(Takes  slipper,  and  kneels.) 


Scene  V.] 


CINDEKELLA. 


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This.  I'm  quite  ready,  sir. 

(Buns  to  pedestal.) 

Clor.  (aside,  vexed.)  Forward  minx !  she's  always  first ! 
This.  Bless  me,  what  a  little  thing  it  is ! 
Baron,  (trying  to  force  on  slipper.)  Make  your  foot  small. 
This,  (shrinking.)  Oh,  dear  me !  it  will  never  go  on. 
Clor.  (exulting.)  I  thought  so ! 

Baron.  What  the  plague  have  you  got  in  your  stocking  ? 

This.  My  foot  is  too  long,  pa ! 

Baron.  Where  the  deuce  is  your  heel  ? 

(He  forces  the  slipper — she  sereamsy  and  comes  forward  vexed.) 

Clor.  (triumphing.)  I  knew  how  it  would  be,  sister.  I'm  convinced  by  the  size 
it  is  just  my  measure.   Now,  sir ! 

(The  Baron  tries  on  slipper — evidently  painf%d  to  her.) 

Oh,  gently,  papa !    La !  you're  so  awkward. 
Baron.  Awkward,  indeed  { 

(Pushes  slipper.) 

Clor.  (screams.)  Oh,  I  can't  bear  it  any  more !    The  slippers  are  too  short ! 
Baron.  No,  my  dear,  it's  your  foot  that's  too  long,  confound  it !  

(  With  a  violent  push.) 

Clor.  Oh! 

(Screams — comes  forward.) 

This.  I  knew  how  it  would  be !   Ha !  ha !  ha ! 

Baron.  If  I  could  but  have  known  this  thirty  years  ago,  they  should  have  had 
Chinese  treatment ! 

Prince,  (aside.)  Fortune,  I  thank  thee ! 

Ghiard,  (on  L.)  You  must  not  advance. 

Ped.  (on  L.)  Nonsense !  I  will  advance. 

Guard.  Back,  I  say ! 

Ped.  I  won't  go  back. 

Prince.  What  noise  is  that  ? 

Ped.  I'll  have  my  say  out,  if  I  die  for  it.  (Enters.) 
Noble  Prince ! 

Alid.  What  insolence  is  this?  Hence! 

Prince.  Say,  what  seek  you  in  this  place,  friend? 

Ped.  (falls  on  his  knees.)  Most  magnificent,  extravagant,  and  dreadful  Prince! 
whose  countenance  is  shocking  to  your  subjects,  and  frightful  to  all  the  world, 
you'll  do  well  to  hear  me  first,  and  turn  me  out  after. 

Baron,  (aside  to  his  daughters.)  May  I  become  a  commoner  if  it  isn't  that  villain, 
Pedro !    What  wants  he  here  ? 

Prince.  Else,  and  speak  thy  errand. 

Ped.  The  business  that  brings  me  here  is  to  try  the  slipper. 
All.  Ha!  ha!  ha! 

Ped.  Not  myself,  but  I  ask  the  trial  for  one  whose  ambassador  I  am.  She 
waits  your  highness'  tremendous  permission  to  show  her  foot :  and  that's  all. 
Alid.  Simple  fool !  how  darest  thou  ? 

Ped.  Most  antediluvian  gentleman,  I  don't  address  myself  to  you  nor  any 

creature  here.   I  speak  to  the  throne  

Prince.  Ha!  ha!  ha!  Noble  ambassador,  conduct  thy  fair  mistress  before  us. 
Ped.  I  will. 

lExit  pompously  L.  H. 

Alid.  My  Prince,  your  good  nature  serves  but  to  encourage  annoyance. 
Prince.  Nay,  Alidoro,  hinder  me  not,  because  I  am  a  Prince,  from  acting  like 
a  man.   Humanity  an<i  condescension  to  our  inferiors  become  all  ranks. 


ide.) 


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CINDERELLA. 


[Act  III. 


[Music — same  as  ushered  Cinderella  io  the  Ball.  The  Prince  starts,  hastens 
towards  L.  H.,  as  Cinderella  is  led  on  by  Pedro — turns  away  disap- 
pointed.'] 

(Seating  himself.)  Bitter  disappointment! 

Cind.  I  tremble,  Pedro !    Didn't  you  see  his  looks  ? 

Fed.  Don't  mind  his  looks ;  consider,  he's  a  Prince  I 

Clor.  My  eyes  must  be  enchanted, — 'tis  Cinderella  I 

Baron.  What  assurance ! 

This.  She  shall  starve  for  a  month  for  this ! 

Ped.  (aside  to  Oinderella.)  Come  now,  keep  your  little  heart  up ;  I'll  introduce 
you  to  him.  Ahem  I  most  extensive  Prince ! — ahem  !  I  am — I  am — nobody, 
and  all  I  can  presume  to  say  is  nothing.    Speak,  lady,  and  don't  be  afraid. 

Cind.  Alas !  he  has  forgotten  my  features,  or  his  affection  has  turned  to  dislike* 
Gracious  Prince,  I  humbly  venture  into  your  presence  to — to  

Ped.  Try  on  

Cind.  Try  on  

Ped.  The  slipper,  your  princely  highness ! 

Prince.  Thou  ?   Ah !  now  I  observe  thy  face,  thou  art — thou  art  .  Baron ! 

Baron,  (runs forward.)  My  Prince! 
Prince.  You  knpw  this  female  ? 

Baron,  (vexed.)  I  know — that  is — I  have  seen — I'll  make  you  pay  for  this ! 

Prince.  Is  she  not  your  pretty  servant  ? 

Baron.  Noble  Prince,  I  can  hardly  say  what  she  is. 

Ped.  It  is  I  that  am  his  pretty  servant,  my  lord,  but  as  for  this  sweet  young  

Baron.  Speak,  and  I  murder  you ! 

Prince.    Alidoro!    (Converses  apart  with  Mm.) 

Baron,  (aside  to  Pedro.)  Be  silent,  and  you  shall  be  rewarded. 

Ped.  I  won't  be  silent,  and  I  won't  be  rewarded.  You  killed  her  already  yes- 
terday, and  I  won't  be  a  silent  participator  in  such  a  suicide. 

Prince.  Thou  hast  a  face  of  beauty,  fair  maiden,  like  to  her  that  .  We'll 

not  deny  thee.  Advance  the  pedestal  and  try  thy  fortune,  though  heaven  fore- 
fend  thy  triumph. 

Ped.  Now,  princely  fairy,  no  tricks !  Oh  

[Music. — Cinderella  hastens  to  the  pedestal,  takes  slipper  from  attendant,  which 
immediately  goes  on.  She  draws  the  other  from  her  bosom.  Pedro  runs  to  her 
and  puts  it  on  the  other  foot,  jumping  about  delighted.  Fairy  Queen  appears 
and  arrests  general  attention.  She  touches  Cinderella  with  her  wand,  when 
her  clothes  are  again  changed  to  the  same  she  wore  at  the  ball.'] 

[End  of  Scene  the  Fifth.] 


SCENE  THE  LAST. 

A  gorgeous  Scene  in  the  Palace  ;  a  magnificent  throne  with  two  seats  in  centre,  sur- 
rounded by  gentlemen,  pages,  royal  guards  ;  and  all  the  sylphs  and  fairies  of  first 
Act  discovered.  During  the  Chorus  they  advance  and  surround  Prince  and 
Cinderella.  The  royal  robe  is  thrown  upon  her;  all  Fairies  kneel.  Music. 
The  Prince  leads  her  to  the  throne  ;  crowns  her. 

Fairy  Queen.  Mortals  !  behold  this  good,  this  duteous  child,  and  from  her  ex- 
ample learn  that  virtue  and  meekness  are  Heaven's  peculiar  care.   Sweet  Ange- 


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lina ! — Cinderella  now  no  more ! — you  have  been  humble  in  adversity ;  be  modest 
in  greatness ! 

FINALE. 

Now  with  grief  no  longer  bending,  /" 

Shall  my  heart  neglected  sigh  j 
Like  the  lightning  swiftly  ending, 

Sorrow's  clouds  for  ever  fly. 

CHOEUS. 

Like  the  lightning  swiftly  ending. 
May  our  griefs  for  ever  fly. 


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